Turn your eyes to the side
We promise you won’t see the knife
Cold, glide, pain, slide
Goodbye strife, life.
Cold marble burns the skin
Checkerboard floor never ends
Life is a maze, i chose wrong,
White on black I do not belong
I let them in.
They will sing, I have no choice
Candlelight will be my voice
Fear flows, I let it spread
Life was a box into which I bled,
I bled for them.
They will stare into my eyes
They will watch me with eyes dry.
They shine, anticipate.
Lift the chalice from the plate
I fly for them.
Turn your eyes to the side
We promise you won’t see the knife
Cold, glide, pain, slide
Goodbye strife, life.