I see a blade upon the floor, br I pick it up to use some more. br This blood stained blade is mine again, br It's simply now just a question of when. br br I go and find my own little place, br my heart jumps and picks up pace. br The first cut seams to get worse, br the price I pay to shed my curse. br br Now the blood has stared to pour, br My pains release; I want some more. br So I cut again; It forms a cross, br I spread the cut; Increase the loss. br br I call the devil to release my sin, br to trade my soul; a life will begin. br So I've decided to cut these wrists, br I'm sure it will end all of this.