Shadow of the Scythe - Leather Lung

Empty room—Echoes out my name

I don’t wanna play this twisted game

Shattered glass—Right through the vein

I watch the blood run down the drain

Bated breath—Watching every step

Collecting all of the tears I’ve wept

Hollowed eyes—Swathed in black

I feel the blade graze down my back

Slipping from death’s grip for most of my life

I can see my reflection in the edge of the knife

Death dealer—Swing your steel

Causing wounds that will never heal

Crushing bone—Feel it snap

Gnawing limb to escape from your trap

Chemicals—Filling up my head

A frigid numbness is starting to spread

Fingernails—Scratch into my skin

For your touch I am driven to sin…

Driven to sin—Driven to sin

Just below my skin I can feel it writhe

Stepping into the shadow of the scythe

Into the shadow of the scythe

Surrender my soul to feel alive