Dead Dreams

Kill the lights
Im so sick of your face
Another nigth wasted wishing you away
Now im cut, im cut at the wrists
but i still cant kill the pain
Id give anything to rip you from my head
From my head
The return of your voice marks another failure
And i can feel your blades closing on my back
Ill savour this one last taste, this taste of sanity
As it clutches, tearing at my heart
This is my final act of desperation
One lost second gives way to disease
Id give anything to rip you fro my head
Cause i can feel you
Creeping through me
Like a sickness
Your weakness
Scars your ****ing face
Scares your name
The return of your voice
Marks another failure
And i can feel your blades
Closing on my back
As light fades to past
Darkness wells against me
But my shattered eyelids
Refuse to close
Your breathe is death to me