I'm the suicide with blanks
I am fire in the tank
I'm the dishes in the sink
I'm the silence you can hear
I'm a voice inside your head
I'm a word that's never said
I'm the blood upon your sheets
I'm the air you cannot breathe
I'm the darkness you can see
I'm the pain inside your back
I'm the joke that you do not get
I'm the razor at your neck
I'm the lie that you will tell
I'm the soul that you will sell
I'm the vomit on your sleeve
I'm the reason you all fell