Matters of Death (parts I and II)

A flash of silver
A stream of red
A silent scream
I wish to be dead
Fading gray
Perfect black
The scream was me
I'm not coming back

Death is life
Life is death
No one's around
Fading away

The blood flows out
As the knife slips in
A stream of blood
A broken wall of skin

The pain is real
But the rest fading quickly
It's just too bad
That no one will miss me

Now that I know
What we live is a lie
I'll take my last breath
And with a sigh, I'll die...