MY BEAUTIFUL SCARS, BLEED THE WORDS THAT I CARVE, SELF-MUTILATION IS MY BELIEF, SCABS OF THE WOUNDS OF RELEASE.
MY BEAUTIFUL BLISS, CRYSTAL CLEAR BLACK ABYSS, DEPRESSION I FIND ENTWINED INSIDE, INJECTED RIGHT INTO MY SPINE.
SINKING INSIDE, DRAGGING ME DOWN, MENTAL FLESH TEARS, MY TWISTED SPIRAL OF DESPAIR.
MY BEAUTIFUL WAR, SACRIFICE I ADORE, A MASS RICOCHET, BULLETS THAT STRAY, SAD HOW THE INNOCENT PAY.
THE MIRROR I FACE, ISOLATIONS EMBRACE, REFLECTING MY SOULS SAD EPITHET, SMILING THOUGH MY EYES ARE DEAD.
MY REQUIEM PIECE, VICIOUS CIRCLES DECREASE, WAVING AS I DROWN EVERYONE STARES, MY WELL-TRODDEN SPIRAL OF DESPAIR.
