I throw my life in fire. In ashes and decay Is something left for me to slay? Behold the art of dying. The world is turning red, There's nothing to regret.
So why am I still breathing If after all I must be dead, If everything that kills me Is in my head? So why am I still breathing? 'Cause I can't take it anymore, 'Cause dying much more easy Than everything I knew before.
I beg you, stay behind me, This pain is mine not yours, I need to break this curse. And all my blades are sharpened As fangs of my own grief. I wish I wouldn't live.