Stroking the charred remains of the day,
to my non-existent God I pray;
don't show me light, oh let me rot and roil
for everything I touch I unwillingly spoil

I sneer at my reflection, falling in love
with my ego and horrific fascinations
***, stilettos, chains
drugs, cigarettes and chest pains

I've torn myself in two halves
slowly being taken over by my disease I've starved
I locked it away for so so many years
but now the pale God has the key to my fears

Rejection, perception, emotive mutilation
I climbed my throne only to be failed by damnation
using truth like a razor I undoubtedly hurt
but all he cares about is fresh flesh and skirts

Ah I disgust myself but what choice do I have?
Better to give into the dark, or place my neck on a slab?
My heart is but a stone with a speck of gold
I'll try fighting it but I fear my sanity I've already sold.