I have drank the blood of martyrs,
I've stolen from the weak,
And I've watched the innocent cry out in deafening agony
But now I'm trying to seek forgiveness
From my own fallacies,
All part of this dance of loss and gain
In an attempt for victory

But still, regret haunts me
the minute I close my eyes,
The minute I hit the lights

In a fit of rage, and a pool of tears,
My devils come out to play
These wounds she gives herself,
They're not nearly worth the pain,
She causes to everybody else

I've cut the ties that bind the fabric of your sanity,
Leaving nothing left but an empty vessel,
Obsessed with it's own vanity
But there's so much to be said about growing up
And breaking bread with your enemies,
And leaving the misery of the past behind,
Just letting regret be

But still, I can't get through
The minute I close my eyes,
To the first sign of morning light

In a fit of rage, and a pool of tears,
My devils come out to play
These wounds she gives herself,
They're not nearly worth the pain,
She causes to everybody else

Enough, I can't take any more of this,
I don't have enough fingers
To count the scars that line your wrists
It's time to heal, it's time for hope,
It's time to wake up from this nightmare
No more pain, no more blood, no more tears
Just love

In a fit of rage, and a pool of tears,
My devils come out to play
These wounds she gives herself,
They're not nearly worth the pain,
She causes to everybody else