Waking up screaming The desire to die Instead of killing myself
I'm searching pain and strife
Imagine the scent, imagine the sight A world gone and perished a world turned to ice My darkest whishes brought back to life Inflicting pain-trough a knife
Killing you was easy Watching your heart die A needle glazed with evil No one will hear your cry Punching trough your flesh My sick mind needs to play My work will not be done Until your last breath will be mine
Nauseous from all, sickened from all that breathes The last breath won't be taken Stopping it I will
Waking up screaming The desire to die Instead of killing myself I'm searching pain and strife