Once again they are calling
speaking of wonderful things...
Razor blade,dear razor blade...
I hold you to my arm...
Stormy weather, thunder, lightning,
Many people find it frighting...
Fallen, fallen in disgrace I feel
Sitting alone in the dark, and still...
Death,
Burned...
Too happy to see a blind down fall,
The girl, she never really began to see...
My soul is screaming,
I seem to've stopped breathing...
I wanted to kill the heartless man,
I wanted to rip his eyes out with my two hands...
Cuts and scars upon my face,
yet my murderer's done it with out a trace...
Bruises and scrapes
across my head...
He’s there each night
He’s there each day...
The sound of pain, the look of sad
The hate of life, love gone mad...