Do you see the scar on my wrist, it's proof I'll try to- Die again? What happened to all of this, into the- Tunnel I go and nothing can save me from this sin. Can't you see my pain, it's written all over my face? The darkness has it's hold on me and I don't want- To let go, rather I want to fall from grace and take- A moment to return back home. Crying out again, The hell I've caused myself seems like it's never- Enough, I look backwards and there was always- Something, something to rip at the seems and there- I sit quietly making myself bleed.