i feel nothing fuck like sick despair all this suffering goddamn don t you care here s the rope tie me up to the bed pull it hard break the skin take me out of my head there s just one thing all i ask you to do a small something here s my body to use place my soul in a box and believe the world s not ready the fall misery count down the days that you have kept me alive in this place only the willing survive it s my pleasure cut with one hand i m the queen of the dark i command there s just one thing all i want you to do a small something here s my body to use show the world how to fear and blasphemy here s the rope pull it tight show me dark and obscene the smoke clears and in whispering waves of self mutilation i see the dark sky fall to pieces the world is sometimes too heavy to breathe and the dead surround me like an ocean i can t recognize the reflection looking back through the mirror as if some sort of silent stranger with mean eyes and deadly stare he sees everything and why then with one last glimmer defiant i m transformed into a monster a giant with no heart no limbs no desire this is not a suicide letter i just want to get a real close look at death touch his matted hair as i pass him by you slash my heart on the razor s edge on the razor s edge you slash my heart on the razor s edge on the razor s edge you slash my heart on the razor s edge on the razor s edge you slash my heart on the razor s edge on the razor s edge you slash my heart on the razor s edge on the razor s edge you slash my heart on the razor s edge on the razor s edge you slash my heart on the razor s edge on the razor s edge you slash my heart on the razor s edge on the razor s edge 1