| Asleep |
|---|
| Here it comes with desire |
| Plan every step |
| Here it takes your life |
| Leaving nothing |
| They’ll cut you down to fit here |
| Welcome knife, accept the pills, needle stings |
| Waging war against yourself |
| Is it all your fault? |
| The real world awaits your breath |
| Been away too long |
| Cut you down to fit here |
| Welcome knife, accept the pills, needle stings |
| Keep on polishing you’ll hit the bone |
| All of you erased, empty and cold |
