Silver dancing on your skin.
Darling craves the red again.
Feels like Heaven, feels like bliss
every time you slit your wrists.

Child, you're such a fucking mess.
Is this what you call your fucking best?
Mommy cried when daddy lied
and neither care you're dead inside.

They're all dead and it's your fault.
All your efforts were for naught.
Go ahead, cry and slit your wrists.
Feels like Heaven, feels like bliss.