The first night after your release,
no one expects you to get much sleep
you're the waking, walking dead
In my case i'm not much better
run to the kitchen and grab a marker
trace the path the blood will flow
winds a web around my wrist
that's there to prove that I exists
It will be easier to forgive myself
and remember who ()
these nightmare lines, an empty heart
we take for granted all the things that make us who we are
get up, get dressed, go to work, they all know who you are
they cant believe you'd show up here, but that's just who they are
setup shop at your machine until the break remember who you are

here lies clarity in a perfect grave comprised of perfect steel
the perfect blade, was a perfect white
against the perfect lines, from this perfect night
i'm the perfect picture of complacency
and that's all I feel
()
as the horror fills their eyes
these claws will never kill again
(screaming)
() below the crimson stream
and purple headed ()
where my wrists should be
()
as my world turns black, and I fall