Twisted — Kill II This

My beautiful scars, bleed the words that I carve Self mutilation is my belief, scabs off the wounds of release

My beautiful bliss, crystal clear black abyss Depression I find entwined inside, injected right into my spine

Sinking inside - Dragging Me Down - Mental flesh tears - My twisted spiral of despair

My beautiful war, sacrifice I adore, A mass ricochet Bullets that stray, sad how the innocent pay

The mirror I face, isolations embrace, reflecting my souls sad epithet Smiling though my eyes are dead

My requiem piece, vicious circles decrease, waving as I drown everyone stares My well trodden spiral of despair