Fortunate souls put to the test
Tortured hearts to lay at rest
Burning heartache that soon turns cold
Love that slowly begins to grow old
A sweet blade that makes you spin
A blissful escape form the world you're in
Heartwrenching pain that makes you shiver
Licking at the source of a blood red river
Your heart is a blade, treat it kindly
Tear at your soul, ruthlessly, blindly
For years you search until your insane
Yet you have nothing to loose and less to gain
Search the world until you find peace
For decades you yern for feelings to cease
Happily content, yet gloomy inside
A smile for the feelings you try to hide
Fake a smile and turn it upside down
Wear your scars like a gothic crown
Please yourself and be set free, your blade, your heart......the only key
