Alone in disturbing silence I lie there in the corner With voices whispering echoes Of absolute emptiness. A hand full of scars Reminded me that I wiped the blood Only to cut myself again and wonder Why don't I feel the pain? As I guide the blade down the line The deeper it gets the more I drown Oppressed by what I have done And the end of all things to come. A hand full of scars Reminded me that I wiped the blood Only to cut myself again and wonder Why don't I feel the pain? A vein can only ease this pain. A vein can only ease this agony.