6From paper cuts on my wrist
The grotesque corpse of hatred
Buried deep inside my mind
Another twisted nightmare
Of death and skies so dark
Another murder in the basement
One more corpse to burn
Ashen skin and sunken eyes
Morbid thoughts of suicide
Tragic cuts from knives so sharp
Sounds of screaming pain and torture
You're nothing to me, darling
And that's all you ever were
The rain falls upon your blood-soaked body
Dumped in the ditch, forgotten