When i think about my existence   Only cold...there is no light to behold   Shining brighter than a gash   On a broken soul   In a flash the gun is emptied   The bullets are spraying and spraying      I need...a pill to take the pain away   I need...you      This routine isn't doing much for me anymore      Masochists   Worthy to produce blood when they're failing   I find glory is a bright red room   No lights or sound...just black ribbon   And a frown filled glass to close my eyes      Lacerate      You're confusing me w/ your style   I need...a pill to take everything away   I need...you