The blood's still drying on my hands
As I wipe the sweat from my brow
Clutch my breast for a cigarett
Crimson tears all over me now
Gaze upon the work we've done
My nightmare is their desire
Turn to wretch into clenched fist
Wonder who I am, where are they now?
This is not me, this is not me!
Not me! The me I know is dead
This is not me, this is not me!
Not me, voices is my head!
Try to sleep, they're calling still
Scream for help to no avail
Pain subsides but not until
Their thirst is quenched with brutal k**
This is not me, this is not me!
Not me! The me I know is dead
This is not me, this is not me!
Not me, voices is my head!