Empty room—Echoes out my name I don't wanna play this twisted game Shattered glass—Right through the vein I watch the blood run down the drain Bated breath—Watching every step Collecting all of the tears I've wept Hollowed eyes—Swathed in black I feel the blade graze down my back Slipping from death's grip for most of my life I can see my reflection in the edge of the knife Death dealer—Swing your steel Causing wounds that will never heal Crushing bone—Feel it snap Gnawing limb to escape from your trap Chemicals—Filling up my head A frigid numbness is starting to spread Fingernails—Scratch into my skin For your touch I am driven to sin—Driven to sin—Driven to sin Just below my skin I can feel it writhe Stepping into the shadow of the scythe Into the shadow of the scythe Surrender my soul to feel alive