• I see the cut turn black,
    And my energy lack.
    The Knife digs deeper,
    Like a night creeper.
    I feel my cut sting,
    And my heart swing.
    The Knife digs deeper,
    Then the hill grows steeper.
    I taste the blood on my tongue,
    And there they clung.
    The Knife digs deeper,
    And it's made me a seeker.
    I hear the drip of blood,
    Now it mixes with the mud.
    The Knife digs deeper.
    I see the world spin before me,
    And I think it can't be.
    But you reach out your hand,
    And help me to stand.