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 life 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.