XxX ţĥê ŗλžόŗ XxX

I pull ţĥê ŗλžόŗ down my arm
to kill the pain inside
sometimes it hurts so much
that all i can do is hide

withering in my blood bath
lying in the tub
letting the crimson water surround me, my bodies growing numb

the water is no longer moving
i have ţĥê ŗλžόŗ in my hand
the blood is dripping down my arm
no one would understand

my memory is fading
i\'m growing cold
I\'m no longer breathing
ţĥê ŗλžόŗ took control