when candles and incense are not enough

to dispel the death i die every day

when an alter cloth over my wounds

cannot stop the bleeding

nor still my pain

. . . i'd gather razors' sharpest light

to see how it came to be this way

that the sinking in my head becomes

the death i die. . . death i die

when figurines twinkle as they crash to the floor

and the diamonds crumble when there are no more

when my body lingers at the killing site

gathering the sharpest stones for the chosen one

. . . i'd gather razors of sharpest light

to see how it came to be this way

that the sinking in my head becomes

the death i die. . .

fire and wine and burning lies

bring me to this crazy fear

fire and wine and burning eyes

live the master of my tears

but when the hour has broken us

we shall wonder - wonder who it was

and how it came to be this way

the death i die every fucking day

and when the demons of my mind

come to claw for scraps tonight

i shall kill them one by one

and feed their corpses to the sun

when the demons…the demons of my…mind

come to claw for table scraps tonight

and when the demons the demons of my mind

come to claw for table scraps tonight

well i shall kill them one by one

by one…by one…by one…by one…

by one…by one…by one…by one…