kill the lights, i'm so sick of your face, another night wasted wishing you away, now i'm cut, i'm cut at the wrist, but i still can't kill the pain, i'd give anything to rip you from my head, from my head, the return of your voice marks another failure, and i can feel your blades closing on my back, i'll savour this one last taste, this taste of sanity, as it clutches, tearing at my heart, this is my final act of desperation, one second lost gives way to disease, i'd give anything to rip you from my head, cause i can feel you, creeping through me, like a sickness, your weakness, scars your fucking face, scars your name, the return of your voice, marks another failure, and i can feel your blades, closing on my back, as light fades to past, darkness wells against me, but my shattered eyelids, refuse to close, your breathe is death to me
