Rotting through the carpet Crawling up the walls Sweating as I try to catch my grip I'm all alone Iron to my temple Steel against my throat You had it in your hands but when it's time you fucking choke Can you feel the bitter chill of the blade Look deep inside, do you have what it takes Can't avoid the visions that are running thru my mind If it was up to me then you'd be running out of time You don't understand the consequence of what you said Take your own advice and get it through your fucking head Can you feel the bitter chill of the blade Look deep inside do you have what it takes Wielded steel against the walls of my mind I look for peace but pain is all that I find Paid the price, waste of life, face the knife