Broken bloody knives Open book wet with tears Lies of a happy ending No love, my wounds haven't healed And you threw salt at them I think hitting your head and forgetting things would be better I forgot the fundamental thing: You How you hurt me, how you stabbed me I was trapped inside an ice cube Your manic smile, your black hair Everything that was once mine Today it is played by others Scarlet blood leaps from the ground But now I look out the window And I watch things deteriorate And I wait for my death I escaped the asylum, wandered the empty street I expect the worst when people pass me But I was already used to it, I was already being transformed into an object My reputation was already stained black The world has gone bad, something I'm afraid of Nothing you don't already know My mind is broken, I'm tired I try to go out and see the world, but I'm so tired I feel a shame flying over a war Bullets and shots pass me by A rifle, a punch, blood on the white dress This is the end of the line This is the end of the fight This is the end of the world This is the end of the road This is the end of the line This is the end of the fight This is the end of the world This is the end of the road