I think I need to hurt you
To rub your face in all your lies
I will use your words against you
I will make your words bring blood!

I self-destruct
I savor the taste of your fear
In my mouth as you take your last breath
Splinters of deniel pierce your brain
But I'm not gonig to pretend that everything is sill the same

The knife, at your throat
It's power it gives me control
And the life in your eyes
Is slipping away as I watch you die

It's easy to hate you and everyone else
It's my freedom of choice, I'm deceiveing myself
Sometimes I wish I was....dead
'Cause maybe then it wouldn't hurt, maybe then it wouldn't hurt so much

The knife at your throat
It's power it gives me control
And the lies in your blood
Are dripping away as I watch...you...die!

......... and to live with the knife there inside
I need to purge this infection
To drain the scarlet river of your life