You've seen my smile a thousand times,
 And seen the wounds from which i've bled,
 This empty shell gets left behind,
 It's time to sever ancient times,
 It speaks to me like words from a book,
 tale for which I died,
 Don't look to me for sympathy,
 You've shamed the words on which I thrive.

 Take note of me, as your dreams turn to despair,
 Find your solace in a place, devoid of all my thoughts,
 To the reaper I am slain,
 These razors tear within,
 I'll live a life of sin, to rid myself of this disgrace,
 My [bad word] to fall.

 Winning the battle, I leave behind,
 Discard the chaos, i am inclined,
 To seek a refuge, deep within my hate,
 These thoughts inside, it's that i ache,
 For a chance to execrate emotions I deny,
 To seek vengeance, these thoughts I cry,
 Alone at night I drown myself to sleep,
 I find it hard to move, fire burns inside.

 Take note of me, as your dreams turn to despair,
 Find your solace in a place, devoid of all my thoughts,
 To the reaper I am slain,
 These razors tear within,
 I'll life a life of sin, to rid myself of this disgrace,
 My [bad word] to fall.