• Everything that used to be,
    Everything I do and see,
    Has slowly faded, slowly slipped,
    Into my subconsciousness,
    Reminding me from deep inside,
    That love is dead and so am I.

    My mind is twisted, tightly wrapped,
    In a suicidal trap,
    My soul is scarred with open wounds,
    Bloods filling up my mental tomb,
    I see now, as my breathing dies,
    That love is dead and so am I.

    The steel is cool, the blood is hot,
    I'm bleeding blood that I've not got,
    My wrist's red tears flow like water,
    But misery cannot be slaughtered,
    I realize now, from my own eyes,
    That love is dead and so am I.

    ...Everything that used to be,
    Everything I do and see,
    Has slowly faded, slowly slipped
    Into my subconsciousness,
    Reminding me from deep inside,
    That life is through, and loves a lie.