I numb with ice to feel no pain

I'll watch the blood run down the drain



I'll tell everyone the blade just slipped so slean

My conscience has finally come clean

I watch the vain go from blue to white

This thing has become a religious fight



This is not an act to be noticed

This is not my blasphemy

This is my addiction dripping into my reality



I know I won't take myself seriously

There was never a teddy bear side to me

A sissy cut is never enough

My pupils aren't dilated

Shine a torch in my eye

Come back and I'll be lying on my back, staring at the sky



I'm crumbling under the pressure of the world

Anarchy comes in and all of a sudden my fate has furled



My foot prints and my shadow crawl out the door while I'm trying to sleep

All this blood makes me thin I might have cut a bit too deep



This Is not an act to be noticed

This is nor my blasphemy

This is my addiction

Dripping into my reality



I'm stripped from my anger

Relieved from my frustrations

You could call me a recovering patient