The blood's death race begins, and the heart goes mad
And the whole world is running though my head
Like a bullet to the rhythm of the war march
I am lifted by what I could've never touch

The soul finds peace, abandoning the dirty shell
Hoping to find a way out of this hell
And I can feel the plastic wings growing on my back
By the time they'll be gone - I'd better learn to fake

Torn apart by emptiness but i won't accept reality
A simple, innosent refuse to take it as it was handed to me
The razorblade kisses my veins, I'm gonna let it be
Just one more cut and the pain will roam free