Different Ways Of Decay - Crisis

I think I’m rotting on the inside

Way down deep inside my soul…

I’ve built this little coffin that I live in every day

I peek out every day or so to see those ghosts at play

I’ve got my knife right by my side

I keep it warm, I hold the blade

I want to keep watch, keep hold…

For when they come to take my soul away

I’ve got this fear living inside me

It keeps me crippled and cold

Like a child I lie frozen

I hope these arms won’t reach out and take hold

There’s blood on my face it keeps me warm at night…