The first night after you're release, No one expects you to get much sleep You're the waking, walking dead In my case i'm not much better Walk to the kitchen and grab a marker Trace the path the blood will flow The lines I wear around my wrist Are there to prove that I exist Tomorrow, it will be easier to forgive myself And remember her without a guilty head These nightmare lines, an empty heart We take for granted all the things that make us who we are Get up, get dressed, go to work, they all know who you are They cant believe you'd show up here, but that's just who they are Set up shop at your machine, calibrate and remember who you are Here lies clarity in a perfect grave comprised of perfect steel The perfect blade, was a perfect white Against the perfect lines, from last perfect night I'm the perfect picture of complacency And that's all I feel Slow motion replaces real time As the horror fills their eyes These claws will never kill again The lines i wear around my wrist Are there to prove that i exist The lines i wear around my wrist I am a monster, clothed in crimson sleeves And perforated lines where my wrists should be A warehouse full of workers scramble like a pack of bewildered wolves As my world turns black... and i fall.