this sickness seeps over every cell and every pore

creeping up and down my veins, silent murder

the face in the mirror shatterd when it fell

maybe im too far gone to tell, this is the end

all alone in my room with a crimson blade

its my private tomb in which i cannot be saved

but i wouldnt have it any other way...

...and with this lust for lacerations

i dont trust myself, and every night i'll erase the pain with these pills that promise to take me away...

...so let me close my eyes and fade away

i'll compromise my life, my love

i put my faith in what i dont believe, in the clouds above, soon i'll learn the truth behind the lies

will i ascend to the sky or remain in the ground?

well one things for sure, im not gonna stick around...

....and oh my god, this pills promised happiness, and oh my god, i dont trust myself, oh my god, this pills promised happiness, and oh my god, how can i trust myself?...

....this sickness prevents me from sleep

i think i'm in too deep, i cant see my breath

oh my god i think i'm nearing death

petty perscriptions cant save me now

you cant save me now...