I didn't do it, I swear.
But the memory comes back to haunt me...

There, standing,
in front of his canvass rested on it's easel...

Who ever said I could handle anything you threw at...
Who ever said that I'd be OK...

All you hear is the dead silence of blood...
The slight 'tick' of the razor leaving your...

Sleep my baby... and don't forget...
Tonight you might as well be dead...

One Cut, Two Cut, Three Cut, Four
Cut Here, Cut There, Cut Everywhere...

Hidden in your castle walls,
I find my fate, and start to fall...

Look past my crystal eyes,
Look past my simple smile...

Bit by bit my life is being torn to peices.
Shredding and tearing all the happiness away...

The sensation trickled down my back,
As I sat in a tub full of water...

Penguins can fly, Horses can speak.
This world is made out of paper and ink...