Self Harm

Went up on a journey, where the animals were small,
I took with me a hammer, just to prove that I was tall.
And I came across a preacher, who just looked at me — With eyes that cannot see.
And In his dying breath, he spat at me, he called me «anarchy».
Now you are leaving, now you are walking out on me.
You are believing, your life is better, without me.
Hey brother Razor Blade, I need you, once again,
I run my fingers down your edge to see, if I still feel pain.
Pretty pictures are on my arms, pictures of the days when I was young,
But these pictures are just scars, the only thing that’s ever real!
Now you are leaving, now you are walking out on me.
Just like the others, you think you’re better without me.
(This is for you, are you watching me, I’m Self Harmed)
Now I am cutting, I feel the ripping in my flesh.
Now I’m bleeding, I’m satisfied I’m now content.
So I go to sleep — I go to sleep. (Go to sleep).