Keep cutting deeper, until you find my salvation. Cutter deeper still, until you cure my starvation, There’s no one left to confide, No one left to confess to all the horrors kept inside, Don’t stop, there’s no time for doubt, Please keep going, I need to get out, There’s no one to left, to pretend to care to my face, Long forgotten liars who watch this place, Waiting for my end so they can laugh and to shed fake tears, Where were they all these years? I won’t miss those miss those at all, I won’t miss anyone who watched me fall, The ones who claimed to be the ones who cared the most, But only when I was an entertaining host, So, cut me a little deeper until you find my salvation, I’ve lived long enough, I need a vacation