Familiar sight of blood
Familiar taste of hatred
I exhume my own soul just to see it's f*cking wasted
I was sick of feeling sick
So I bit the hand that feeds
But it tasted like metal and watched me bleed
Bleed for me
This isn't quite the end
No it's just the beginning
That's what they always tell me but the knife is f*cking winning
I'm drowning in myself
(In my own f*cking misery)
I'm angrier than ever but all I am is sick of me
Don't forget about me
I'll be the voice left in your head
I'll be nothing but a cloud above you
As I whisper in your ear saying "I'm not finished yet"
I feel nothing
I am nothing
So say nothing
Accept your death
You'll have nothing
But the cold dark grip of life
Squeezing your throat
There's nothing left
Be quiet
They might hear us