I'm a living corpse, so alone, in the night wind
It blows against my cold skin, the sun has washed the warmth from my eyes, the earth has buried my heart in a unreachable place,  my soul floats from place to place, only touching those who wait in the wind.

It's a constant effort, this battle I'm in, fighting with myself…
I never thought I'd have to keep a check on myself… an ever-watchful eye on my hand that only want to grab.
To grab at the knife and to grab at my soul
"It's only one cut…" it says. "You like the pain; you'll enjoy it"
But I know I can't… I've already crawled out of the abyss once, and I'm not going back
Oh, please, Light, don't let me go back…

"But it's only one cut"

But I'm happy now, aren't I?
Why would I want to go back?
But even still, it's ever so tempting
To bleed again
But I know if I give in - even just one time - it'll all be over
I'll be back where I started
And I won't come back
I won't want to come back…
That's the sharpest blade of all… love of the prison you've locked yourself in

"But it's only one cut"

It fills you so strongly with emptiness, makes you whole in the worst way imaginable…
It's worse than death and there will be no coming back from it this time

I will not give in
I can't.
I won't drag myself back down.

"But it's only one cut"

Down the street
With empty feet
They walk from A to B
Without even moving
Without even knowing
Not a care in the world
No plan to change the world
They don't even know they have a purpose and they don't know where to go

Down the road
With heavy load
They carry all the weight
Of everything they hate
They take off the glove
To feel that which they have lost
To feel that which they love when they don't even know what love is

Not even seeing the road marked salvation
They trudge through their lives without rhyme or reason
They pass through the seasons as they come around again
And they miss the sign they've been led to their whole life

Or is it easier
To go with the flow
Staying faceless in a faceless world
Alone and unknown
To follow your eyes
Because God's been outgrown
To put down the rose and fold the flag
Because it's just not your thing

Down the street
With empty feet
They make their way from A to B
With not even so much as a foot in the door…