Silent with a mouth full of words   Regrets don't exist when guilt consumes itself   In the time it takes to shed a tear   Another memory fades and another moment dies      Mark my words, don't cross my path   Mark my words, don't cross my path   Don't cross my path   Mark my words, don't cross my path   Mark my words      Hide behind the walls that these hands built   Every stone was put there with shame   And every stone was plastered in my guilt   Dry your tears with bloody fists   Cease your crying and show me your heart   With the blood smeared on such a pretty face   Such a pretty face