The shining blade [bad word] closer
To my pale and trembling wrist
I know that i can end the pain
With one tiny little twist
single tear rolls down my face
And it's not the first one in this year
I slide the edge along my wrist
It is burning from my salty tear
Within minutes I'll be dead
So my life will be no more
And no one dares to save me
Because I have locked the door
Lights fade out and lights again
As the angels play their harp
I feel the [bad word] back in
So my head is on a high
God [bad word] it, I'm alive again
I say as I start to cry...