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!