I will make sure you are ripped in half,
And I will play with it all.
Follow me till you feel satisfied,
follow me till your heart is numb.
When love decided to remain silent,
All you can do is let it die.
These nightmares are killing me again,
Leading me to my grave.
Hey Shackles, Do you need my help?
Fallen, Like a fallen angel.
Haunted, By these voices.
Biting my lips,
Drops of blood dripping down.
Looking at the mirror,
The voices in my head are starting to break me down to pieces.
Nothing is more sad than seeing Death as an illusion.
The monsters in my head are more frightening than what the stories really tell.