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.