Your head, scented of blood
It's blurring your eyes
As some strange light slowly sinks in.

And there he stood with teeth like knives
Your heartbeat racing


If I could
Scream to wake my mind
I'd still be alive.

Let me out of this stolen sleep.
I have fallen short of the peace I seek.


I'm slipping further away...

So sleep, sleep on the edge of the knife

Where you will wait to divide.
You'll leave your body where it lies
And wait to slip away.