The knife is buried into the flesh
Then it's twisted like the mind
It will stain the satin and mesh
Tarnishing all that's left behind

Then it's twisted like the mind
All the colours are foggy and grey
Tarnishing all that's left behind
See the path and watch it decay

All the colours are foggy and grey
Every sense in use is dulled
See the path and watch it decay
Since nothing in life is lulled

Darkness is all one can beg of me
It will stain the satin and mesh
Each additional moment is agony
The knife is buried into the flesh