With smiles I disguise my pain
With these small fragments of my heart
I will cut and slice myself in the presence of my creator
And tilt my head down in the presence of my redeemer
With blood on my hands dripping into streams of tears
And frames of frowns that I try to hide in the stomach of my pretense
I stab myself
And hang in the midst of my torturer
And still manage to hide the cause of my attempted death
I scream silently in my agony
And turn in the womb of my dejection
I sit on the throne as death crowns me it's new self-elected queen
I make a covanent with the grim reaper
In exchange that it will melt my cold heart and make it warm once more
I conform to my pain
And let it rule my mind
As death crowns me and gives me the ceptor of the kingdom of bane
