Out of the fire and onto the blade
I'm surrounded by every mistake that I've made
Not the weight of the world just the weight of my choices
A martyr for nothing I'm dead and I'm voiceless
The cutting, the crying you're nowhere in sight
Till the funeral falls and you're suddenly grieving
A game of charades and your misleading light
Just to veil all your lies to those you're deceiving
This can't be the answer
The lust for the cut like emotional cancer
Diagnose and label me whatever you see
And I'll awake in pain when the mirror shows me
Can you feel every cut from the pain that I feel
The razor-sharp anguish of shattered ideals
The desperate desire for scarlet release
And the pain when I finally cut too deep
(The pain when I finally cut too deep)
Is it me, am I dying?
I can't stop this, I'm trying
Everything I touch seems to die
I'm a failure and ready to say good-bye
I'm a failure and ready to say
Good-bye
I can't breathe with your expectations
Around my neck
Oceans of pills drowned by oceans of blood
And there's nothing but death on the ground where she stood
Legacies of stone that we force in the earth
While we bury their bodies in the f*cking dirt
How can you handle the guilt of ignoring the signs?
I'm breaking and hating my life
God help me to breathe, help me believe
That the reason I lose everything isn't me
Dress codes, curfews, censorship to strip your children clean
Of any personality to make them your machine
I'd rather be bled dry till my body breaks
Than give up who I am and become a f*cking snake
This can't be the answer
The lust for the cut like emotional cancer
Diagnose and label me whatever you see
And I'll awake in pain when the mirror shows me
Can you feel every cut from the pain that I feel
The razor-sharp anguish of shattered ideals
The desperate desire for scarlet release
And the pain when I finally cut too deep
I can feel every cut from the pain that they feel
The razor-sharp anguish of their shattered ideals
The desperate desire for scarlet release
And the pain when they finally cut too deep
It follows me at night and haunts my f*cking dreams
Constant bodies dropping leaves me bleeding from the seams
Suicides keep growing and the cuts keep getting deeper
How much longer 'till your daughter sets her date with the reaper
I can feel every cut from the pain that they feel
The razor-sharp anguish of shattered ideals
The desperate desire for scarlet release
And the pain when they finally cut too deep
You treat the best as the worst and the worst like the dead
I'd rather die so f*ck this life I'm sleeping with the snakes instead