Burnt all bridges I have passed
No looking back to the life I once had...
- The hate for myself is all that`s left now
`As blood runs down my arms
I feel peace in my heart...`
On my skin, the razor blade is shining bright
The veins show clearly through, my blood is running wild
The deep red flowing within, longing to be free
A little pressure`s all it takes to make me bleed...to death