Red, flows the rivers of blood Escaping from my arm and wrist All memories of course Since i refuse to pick up the blade
But the longer i stare at the healing scars The greater my temptation grows A violent addiction Like a lion in a cage
The strange urge is kept away yet another day And for that I am grateful, but for what? Surely it won't hurt to go at it again The wounds heal, the scars fade, no?
Never the less, I won't do it I've come to far, to throw my towel And in all of this, my friends I believe there's a message to receive
If you are to find me With the monster's claws on my arm Then truly you will know Something is very wrong