When i think about my existence
Only cold...there is no light to behold
Shining brighter than a gash
On a broken soul
In a flash the gun is emptied
The bullets are spraying and spraying

I need...a pill to take the pain away
I need...you

This routine isn't doing much for me anymore

Masochists
Worthy to produce blood when they're failing
I find glory is a bright red room
No lights or sound...just black ribbon
And a frown filled glass to close my eyes

Lacerate

You're confusing me w/ your style
I need...a pill to take everything away
I need...you