Crisis
Текст песни Different ways of decay

i think i'm rotting on the inside. way down deep inside my soul..
i've built
this little coffin that i live in every day. i peek out every
day or so to see
those ghosts at play. i've got my knife right by my side. i keep
it warm, i hold
the blade. i want to keep watch, keep hold.. for when they come
to take my soul
away. i've got this fear living inside me. it keeps me crippled
and cold. like a
child i lie frozen. i hope these arms won't reach out and take
hold. there's
blood on my face it keeps me warm at night..