In The Dark I Thrash Alone.

In the dark i thrash alone,
from all the pain i have known.
And all the pain still to come,
searching for the only one
who holds the truth that is within
who charges payment for my sin.
Who makes and takes my life at will
who questions whether i would kill
to know the truth and all it holds,
to play the game until it folds.
In the dark i thrash alone
and feel it cut me to the bone.
And watch my blood bleed me dry
and bleed the tears that i cry,
and chain myself to the floor
when i can't take it anymore.
When i just can't stand the ache
i'll chain myself before i break.
In the dark i thrash alone
with all the hate i have grown.
I feel it boil and brewd inside
an anger that i just can't hide.
A heat that rises and burns within,
i feel it burn through to my skin.
Wrestling all of my frustrations
and all of my self condemnations.
But only i know i'll never give in
and will pay the payment for my sin.
So in the dark i'll thrash alone
and let it cut me to the bone...