The first night after your release
No one expects you to get much sleep
You're the waking, walking dead
In my case I'm not much better
Run to the kitchen and grab a marker,
trace the path, the blood will flow

Wind a web around my wrist
that's there to prove that I exists
It will be easier to forgive myself
and remember who ?
These nightmare lines, an empty heart

We take for granted all the things
that make us who we are (who we are)
Get up, get dressed, go to work
They all know who you are (who you are)
They cant believe you'd show up here, but that's just who they are (who they are)
Set-up shop at your machine
until the break remember who you are (who you are)

Here lies clarity in a perfect grave
Comprised of perfect steel
The perfect blade was a perfect white
against the perfect lines,
from this perfect night
I'm the perfect picture of complacency
and that's all I feel

?
as the horror fills their eyes
These claws will never kill again
? below the crimson stream
and purple headed ?
where my wrists should be
?
as my world turns black, and I fall