Your head, scented of blood, it's blurring your eyes As some strange light slowly sinks in And there he stood, with teeth like knives (Your heartbeat racing) If I could, scream to wake my mind I'd still be alive Let me out of this stolen sleep
I have fallen short of the peace I seek I'm slipping further away So sleep, sleep, on the edge of the knife Where you will wait to divide You'll leave your body where it lies and wait to slip away