Lean down, so low...to pray
let us bow, close your eyes...delay...

The object of my pain
consumed by your glory...

Cut the scalp
drink the blood...

My tears are burning as they flood out my eyes
I cant remember just how many times Ive cried...

I want o be happy
I want to be free...

Here i sit,
just me and my knife...

My dearest ley
stay strong...

You may laugh
as i sit here and cry...

Constantly falling
crashing towards ground...

With tinted eyes, they call me blind
under my mask disgusted by what they find...

Inside your soul, is so much hate
no need for control, its just too late...

Sincerely yours, let me rest
all your angel, doing my best...