Broken My mind degrading Psychosis aids with haunting silence Nothing No one to save me Devoid of feeling Always suffering Longing From mind to body Swap out the pain to change the anguish Steel blades kiss my veins Feel my demons breaking me Left in my depravity I have no intent to be Part of this society Bloodshed over vanity If the blind could only see What this act has done to me I must do something To satiate My silent urges Now I'm sleeping In my own blood To satiate my bold fixation As I carve my sleeve of scars My blood the stench of scorn Spilling anger as it pours Slows down the growing cracks Of my mind holding back Therapeutic the only way To bring my mind to a calm state The cracks are growing grab the blade Its my plaster of decency The clutch of death against my flesh My time draws near The sleeve of scars Is lengthening With another crooked notch Empty my mind has faded Nothing left now but destructive whispers Torn skin ripped with the sharp blades The only coping mechanism Fading body degrading In opposition to the pain I feel Nothing left now end End this suffering The clutch of death against my flesh My time draws near The sleeve of scars Is lengthening With another crooked notch Add another add another Add another notch Add another add another To my sleeve I must do something To satiate the blood lust Now I'm sleeping In my own blood To satiate my bold fixation I must do something To settle down the anger inside Now I'm dying from my own hand Add another notch The clutch of death against my flesh My time draws near The sleeve of scars Is lengthening With another crooked notch Add another add another Add another notch Another notch Another notch on my growing sleeve of scars