Deeper, deeper, isn't this fun?
Cut 'til you bleed, echo what's inside,
Get help, talk about it,
Finding new ways to deal with the hurt.
Sorrow's come out to play,
Grip the handle, pain joins in.
It's all a game, a child's fantasy,
It doesn't matter at all.
The faster you run, the harder you fall,
At least I'm lucid, I know what I'm doing,
Better this than addling my brain.
Skip through the trees,
This life's just swings and roundabouts,
Sliding to the end,
Ask Death to be your friend.
I see no other way.