(2)She stirs silently in her bedWith dimented dreams in her headDancing in crimson waterfallsBlood callsShe awakesHer heart achesOnly one thing can cure her painBlood, this is insaine
She licks her teethNo more griefPulsing through her bodyNo longer rottingGrotesque mutilationTo herself, and all the ones she lovesBecause she is so fucked up And her thoughts are so corruptSuicide calls her nameScreams that she cannot tameShe uses the bladeto release her rageShe finishes the life she knowsTo hell she goesFighting the fire all aroundDead, she lies on the ground