Carving my veins in solitude

Under dead stones sleeping those eyes
seen through mirrors of self destruction
Broken

Togetherness with shattered remains
Face a crucial decision of self inflicted injury

I feel the presence of flesh at this nameless place
And through this spike of cold
I embrace my final fear under these emypty stones
Where I've carried the burden of the human race
Where I've lost my beliefs in this world of nothingness

I'm carving up my veins in solitude
And the dead land covers my spell
Unseen under this stone
Unseen from those who had never hurt themselves

So I'm carving my veins in solitude