Broken bloody knives
Open book wet with tears
Lies of a happy ending
No love, my wounds haven't healed
And you threw salt at them
I think hitting your head and forgetting things would be better
I forgot the fundamental thing: You
How you hurt me, how you stabbed me
I was trapped inside an ice cube

Your manic smile, your black hair
Everything that was once mine
Today it is played by others
Scarlet blood leaps from the ground
But now I look out the window
And I watch things deteriorate
And I wait for my death

I escaped the asylum, wandered the empty street
I expect the worst when people pass me
But I was already used to it, I was already being transformed into an object
My reputation was already stained black
The world has gone bad, something I'm afraid of
Nothing you don't already know

My mind is broken, I'm tired
I try to go out and see the world, but I'm so tired
I feel a shame flying over a war
Bullets and shots pass me by
A rifle, a punch, blood on the white dress

This is the end of the line
This is the end of the fight
This is the end of the world
This is the end of the road

This is the end of the line
This is the end of the fight
This is the end of the world
This is the end of the road