Self-Injury Songs - Chimaira
Face I am nothing face
Complete by sarcastic tastes
What a waste I think I'd rather die
Wanting never gaining I find myself pondering life
Always situations I can never hide
Crying tears of anger, hate
Depressed I never know the me, never know what to do
Slit pour out the life a bottle of the 'vive'
A desperate cry for something else to justify
I'm in a daze caused by pain
A failing force that wants to change
Painting the white to grey
Numb body shivering
Blood dripping from the skin
Painting the white to grey
Plastic always drastic
A vision of a psychopathic with a razor crawling through the attic
I know somewhere out there someone cares
Wanting me to get my head out of the clouds as they think it's time repair
These scars will never clear
I'll never be the same little one with hopes of one day maybe being sane
I might have tried before...but I locked the door
Now I need a reason to unlock it
I'm in a daze caused by pain
A failing force that wants to change
Painting the white to grey
Numb body shivering
Blood dripping from the skin
Painting the white to grey
Cutting and popping
I know I'm not the definition of your model I'm always dropping
Lying and crying
I rarely find the relevance in always competing or trying...
I take dying
I need to feel the shame in what it was that I did
Cold
In the back of a puppeteer bathroom floor is where I tried to die
-8. Painting the White to Gray
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A blank expression
Pale eyes wide, cocked back
The sheer stagnation
Shame to all who thought this an act
The best years of this life
Felt wasted protecting a secret
Insecurities fed on like a rat
Depression
True fears of dependency
Affliction
The scars on such a fragile little body
Look
Take a look inside the horror
Take a look inside
Visualise the horrors inside
Burning sensation
To live just one day
In pure elation
Blame the ones who took this away
Can't provide shelter from
The dangers festering outside
Can't provide safety from
Monsters trapped within the mind
Depression
True fears of dependency
Affliction
The scars on such a fragile little body
Look
Take a look inside the horror
Take a look inside
Visualise the horrors inside
Shake the hand of God
As the blade moves closer
The reflection is brighter than the sun (Than the sun)
The perception becomes weaker
The sun starts to fade away (Fade away)
The blank expression on the blade
Skin calloused yet easy to pierce
On the floor, blood mixed with tears
Look
Take a look inside the horror
Take a look inside
Visualise the horrors inside
Shake the hand of God
As the blade moves closer
The reflection is brighter than the sun (Is brighter than the sun)
The perception becomes weaker
Weaker
-3. Inside The Horror
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