| I sit and pick my brain each night
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| With an axe in my hand held tight
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| Bite my nose to spite my face
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| Killing myself, I can’t escape the rat race
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| Wallowing in neck-deep misery
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| Quicksand dissent, pressure free
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| Deepest wounds are self inflicted
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| Should I hope to be vindicted
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| Always alone, society’s abortion
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| Self mutilation, the daily portion
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| Resentful past breeds hopeful future
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| With tears of blood, I remove the sutures
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| Dying inside, emotions they hide
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| Irreperable damage from the tears the I’ve cried
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| I climb from the sewer, the years that I have spent
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| Self mutilation or my environment
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| Tears of blood Tears of blood
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| I cry I cry
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| Tears of blood Tears of blood
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| I die
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| Deny myself for fear of being
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| Is it over now, has my heart stopped beating
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| Lying here just self defeating
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| My mind is empty, it won’t stop bleeding
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| Twisted anger screams my brain
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| Over the edge, I hang in pain
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| Mouth locked shut my mind won’t swallow
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| With tears of blood, alone I wallow
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| No one to blame except myself
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| What you call masochism I call wealth
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| Maybe its just a matter of pride
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| Too sweet to end with suicide
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| Peel the scab, pour salt in the wound
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| Torturing myself, I’m forever doomed
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| Looking east and west each and every moon
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| A peaceful rest comes someday soon
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| No one to blame except myself
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| What you call masochism I call wealth
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| Is death life and do we live in hell?
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| Lead |