Purging

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.