Refrain:
The first cut makes me feel like i can never fall
Cause im surrounded by a big stone wall
The second one makes me feel like i am bold
While my heart starts to get dark and cold
And the third makes all my feelings flood
When im running out of my own blood
One cut starts it all
Is it freedom? Will i fall?
Verse 1:
Talking to others about my mind
Makes me feel like they are blind
All they gonna say is that it is my own guilt
When my lust for life will be wilt
They dont get that they made me call the reaper
So they cause me to put in the blade even deeper
Holding the blade im looking onto my arm
Thinking about how loud shall i still scream alarm
Verse 2:
No matter how much blades i had inside
I dont show my scars with pride
I know its something that is not that cool
And it makes me kind of beeing a fool
If i show them to my friends
Its the point where sympathy ends
Thats when a friend becomes a stranger
Because they think i am a danger
Verse 3:
I don't know what makes me feel like this
And i can't say what this bliss is
Is it just a term used in the publicity
So that we think everything makes sense
Because we observe everything through a falsified lens
That no one ever discovers the big mendacity
they make us believe that life fills us with beauty
but in fact we dont have any kind of duty
Refrain after Verse 3:
The first cut made me feel like i can never fall
Cause i was surrounded by a big stone wall
The second one made me feel like i am bold
While my heart got dark and cold
And the third made all my feelings flood
When i was running out of my own blood
One cut started all
Its not freedom, i will fall
Dieses Lied beschreibt die Gedanken eines Menschen der sich selbst verletzt, wie sein Umfeld damit umgeht und wie dieser Mensch wiederrum darauf reagiert.
Gefühlsduseleien
Ein Tag brachte Enttäuschungen.
Gescheiterte Versuche,
warfen kalten Schnee auf die Gedanken.
Träume sprangen aus den Wolken,
sie brachen sich beinahe das Genick,
doch sie [ ... ]
Wir sind beauftragt gar nichts zu erreichen.
Wir leben nur, damit halt Leben ist –
Wir kriechen feige, lassen uns erweichen
und sehen zu, daß man so schnell [ ... ]