Left alone with my nerves.
Can you understand what you see
When you look at me?
The angel of self-injury.
I feel and fear and live and lie
And walk the earth beneath the death-black sky.
Waiting, watching, craving you.
But will you ever speak a word?
Do you fear your wants to be heard?
Or perhaps you are afraid,
For all that's passed
The Hell we've made.
Together as one, against all others
We'll burn down the house
and let the past to rot with the ash.
Just say the word,
You know you'll be heard,
And we can walk as one
through the halls of eternity.
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