Behold my pain My soul is rotting away I feel a little more crumble every day The will to live or to breathe has gone I've grown used to the stench of decay I pull the nails out of my hands and feet Try to move but the wounds still weep And even if I can get rid of them I'll still be crucified in the morning My soul is rotting away
I live in purgatory Purgatory endlessly repeating Tormenting me It won’t end 'till I stop breathing There's a man living inside my head He has my voice But I never used to think the way he tells me I did
There's a man living inside my head And he talks to me in the dead of night Lying in my bed And he says in my own voice "You wish you were dead." And I’m starting to believe what he says I wish I were dead Behold my pain
Driven by a force past comprehension To a state of abject fear Torn from conception birth A perfect contradiction Welcome death Die before life begins
