The human skin can be hard to live in, That's why most of us tear it. And I, my loves, Am a hypocrite
I tell you not to tear such precious, innocent skin While late at night I hold my blade And carve it in.
I like to push oh so hard. Only to get the adrenaline of seeing the blood and make sure I am still alive Though I feel as if I'm not at all alive anymore
I'm a zombie living in the palest of skin And if your lucky I'll let you in.
It doesn't happen often But for some it may Those lucky few Will be dismayed
For I seem like a bright ray of sunshine In this dark dark world But jokes on you I'm the darkest of them all.