Your head, scented of blood
It's blurring your eyes
as some strange light slowly sinks in.
And there he stood with teeth like knives
Your heartbeat racing
If I could
scream to wake my mind
I'd still be alive.
Let me out of this stolen sleep.
I have fallen short of the peace I seek.
I'm slipping further away...
So sleep, sleep on the edge of the knife
where you will wait to divide.
You'll leave your body where it lies
and wait to slip away.
