Tragedy

Pure hell
I'm locked in your cell
But I brought you here
Then you turned and bit

Here comes the numb
Take all you want, I'll be your tragedy
I kept around for too long
Tortured by your self-hate
And your blade in my back

Deep well
You call out your spells
So all will see
The madhouse you can weave

Here comes the numb
Take all you want, I'll be your tragedy
I kept around for too long
Tortured by your self-hate
And your blade in my back