I look in the mirror an examine my life
What is the color of my blood?
Is there a god?
Is my soul light?
Or is it filled with darkness?
What should I do with my blade?
Can I get rid of the blade?
I don't want to go to prison for life.
Be locked in solitudes darkness.
Escape captivity by the excess shedding of blood.
I can depart them to the everlasting light.
Where is the guidance of god?
I go to my room to find god
But I find nothing but my blade
I hold it under my lamps light
This is the moment I change my life
This is the moment I shed blood
I am crossing over into darkness
I return to my room with a heart of darkness
Now I get no redemption from god
My hands drip with blood
But I couldn't get rid of the blade
It now adds meaning to my pathetic life
I sent them through the tunnel to the light
They are better off in the city of light
When I'm better off in the temple of darkness
There is only one thing left to do with my life
I spit in the face of my absent god
I pick up my bloody blade
I prepare it to shower myself in evil blood
I hit the floor in pain and chocking on that evil blood
I feel my head feeling light
I look at what's sticking out of my chest, it's my forsaken blade.
As my eyes grow dime I approach the darkness
I don't care if I've offended my soul or everyone's worthless god
This is the end of my life
Now I must pay for the blood I've shed with eternal evil darkness.
No more will I see the light of that pathetic god.
As I ended them I use the same blade to end the last insignificant life.
