Scars on my chest bleed once again. Holding the knife, I cut open, tearing my flesh apart. I can't see the end of this emptiness. I stand lifeless, unable to breathe. But I can't seem to die, my hands are too weak. This absence weighs me six feet under. Crush these bones, take this body. Come and save me, from this endless grief; give me your sweet kiss, I want to be free. My veins are empty, this heart pumps nothing. All by myself, I seek this pain.