Silver glass,
Mirrors tilting the angle of my view...

Chaos of humanity,
The sound of hate...

The dove,
A Symbol of love...

Explanitory Version of pt. I
Somehow lost within...

My knife snuggles deep within my bleeding wrists,
Crush my face...

I’ll fix my problems with the blade,
The skin that keeps my world together...

Walk over the faces of lost angels,
I’ve see the future only to find myself...

I'm drowning in a pool of molten blood,
My heart like a volcano; ready to explode...

Sometimes these worthless,
Feelings of self hatred...

Nothing reminded me more,
The room, coverd in blood and gore...

The urge to kill,
Give her the poison pill...

Penetrate the skin,
Grind it to the bone...