I'm hear in my room
all by myself...
To you suicide is shame
to me its one big game...
She took a moment as the dark filled her soul..
As the Memorys Fed her Mind...
At stone towers four
hooded watchers at door...
Decisions set in
concrete clouds...
O seductive apathy,
I bear no hatred towards thee...
Once your eyes are open to the darkness they can...
In the darkness you find that you can't see...
I slip it through your ribs
Like a rusty dagger...
We hold so much hate,
To even now the Devil opens his gate...
He hit me but
I am not broken...
Drip Drop it will never stop
The rain hits my face as the tears...
I see him,
he sees me...