I bleed.
In silence.
I don't give shrinkage.
My reflection is staring back.
Pale. Dark. Bottomless.
My eyes are open.
But I'm asleep.
Gently I slide away.
In the night. The redemption.
In my dreams, I can be who I am.
The first cut won't hurt at all
The second only makes you wonder
The third will have you on your knees
You start bleeding, I start screaming (Propaganda)
