Head strung low
Night is black...

It's the living soul on the ground
It's walking never making a sound...

I put the knife to my writs and arm
I watch the blood drip to the ground...

Livin' in the world today is taking it's toll
Every midnight I take a memory's stroll...

Look at what has become,
Look at what we would see...

Life is nothing,
Death is nothing...

The wooden ceiling
The dirt blanket...

You left without warning
You didn't even say goodbye...

This knife I hold is a part of me. Someday it wont...

My heart beats
One after another...

Everyday is a battle
School is the field...

The blood still flows I should be dead
My pale skin shows to much as been drained...