All these people talk about me
All these people let me down
Never listening to anything
That comes out of my mouth
All this evil in my brain
Is begging me to pass away
Stone-cold to the bone
No hope I will stand alone
All the things I see inside
Of all my dreams Won't let me be
Demons screaming bloody murder
Telling me I can't be free
No more thoughts of my own
Sanity is getting low
Grip the blade and slice my vein
And bleed myself onto the floor
If I die I could be free
There is no telling what I'll see
Endless fire or a void
Or is all a fantasy
I would rather rest in darkness
Than relive another life
Because at least the endless void
Wild get rid of all of my strife
All these people talk about me
All these people let me down
Never listening to anything
That comes out of my mouth
All this evil in my brain
Is begging me to pass away
Stone-cold to the bone
No hope I will stand alone
Say my name and you will feel
How it is to see your death
As you're standing there in horror
You will take your final breath
I cannot stop this from happening
You should not test my blade
No emotion when I'm gutting you
Your Blood seeps in the grave
Never speak my name again
And you'll stay far from In my den
Say it once and you will see the scythe
Before you count to ten
It's the reaper incarnate
The evil in your head
Eyes black like a crow
As they feast upon your flesh
All these people talk about me
All these people let me down
Never listening to anything
That comes out of my mouth
All this evil in my brain
Is begging me to pass away
Stone-cold to the bone
No hope I will stand alone