there must be bars that glue my lips
and handcuffs binding both my wrists
there must be shackles on my legs
for i am your worst enemy
it seems i'm no longer alive
that people can't see with their eyes
they look right through my solid form
as if i were invisible
they couldn't care the pain they cause
the blood that each night razors draw
they couldn't care they hurt my soul
they left me nowhere left to go
i can't breathe with no oxygen
they left me here to die again
i cannot yell, i cannot scream
they do not care the fate they bring
they threw the keys into the trash
looked in my eyes-- casually laughed
i tried to run, i tried to yell
but handcuffs and tape made that impossible
they don't really care where i end up, this time
for they said i deserved to be killed in my mind
how regrets fall right into their place, from the past
and the things that you did...
well, they always come back...
but in this case, i'm clean
not a thing that i did
but their evilest deeds
-- it's the devil who bids
he has got me tied up, unaware of my soul
as it turns charcoal black, as it shines light no more
and this loneliness brings me to tears, out of breath
as the devil shall bid them to bring me to death
and in front of a crowd, mocking pleasure, cruel fame
i will be put to death, immortality swept away
and two deaths i will die
in the heart and the mind
though i still walk around
i am dead in the ground
though i may seem alive
don't be tricked by your sight
deep inside, i am dead
for the devil, you bid
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