I lie still on the edge of the water, And the blood trails softly into my eyes, To rinse my soul clean, I place my hand into the sea, It flows away from my hand and begins to cry,
I feel my very essence start to grow ill, Whatever was in my blood is drowning my mind, I fear there is only one solution to the pain I feel, I have to poison my own body with a strong dose of pride,
It will **** me slowly, but I hope that it can cleanse my soul, I can live without flesh, for Hell needs not my touch, I feel as though the poison is lifting my spirit, I'm free, Burning my path to Hell into my eyes, in you I trust.