Razorblade

A sunrise, a black tide's
 rolling in from a cutter's night
 a heartbeat—a mystery
 of five fingers cradling
 a new pain
 a stiff vein
 it's blood red in the pouring rain
 I can't feel
 the cold steel
 peel the skin back and break the seal
 it's ok, it's ok, it's ok, it's ok, it's ok
 you tell them everything they wanna hear
 This new fire
 in my veins
 it's too quiet, I can't explain
 the white pills—
 the fake kills
 the screams return and fire at will
 you break down and silence the phone
 you bite down when no one's at home
 it's ok to not wanna die alone
 cus' neither does anyone
 it's ok, it's ok, it's ok, it's ok, it's ok
 you tell them everything they wanna hear
 it's too late to crawl off and miss this
 I'm so tired of razorblade kisses
 my chest gets the best of the carving line:
 freedom at anytime
 there's no fear, no boundary lines
 no questions, no one to fight
 no answers, no coming back this time
 seal it and let it fly:
 'God will you take this away—
 on your back, carry some weight
 a bloody fist, a slit of the wrist—you get this:
 freedom from anyone'
 the cold metal back of my throat
 bite down for the final show
 where you cock it back
 and pull it fast to get past
 you don't need anyone, you don't need anyone, you don't need anyone...
 it's ok, it's ok, it's ok, it's ok, it's ok...