All is quiet, Silent and dreaming, But I cannot sleep, My insides are screaming, I want to get out, Be free from this pain, Addicted to blood, Obsessed with the vein, To die would be easy, To run would be weak, So here with my blade, Salvation I seek, A cut for the pain, That dwells deep inside, A cut for the mask, That I hide behind, A cut for my heart, That beats cold and black, A cut for the girl, The one I want back, These line's that I cut, They help me survive, It's because of these lines, That i'm still alive, So keep that in mind, The next time you ask, The next time we meet, It might be our last.