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 demonsthe demons of mymind 

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 oneby oneby oneby one 

by oneby oneby oneby one