Sleeping Prophet - The Cuts Were Beautiful Until They Began To Heal

And you see
the wings of this angel
withered by the storm of adversity
beauty
cracked and broken
torn down
once again
the entropic tendancies of life
pull you down
til you're lying under your bed
with your arms over your head

Pretend it's all ok
just pretend it'll go away
just pretend it's all ok
put the knife into your skin

Watch as the blood wells up
watch as the blood wells up
is this some sort of rite,
some way to purify yourself?
some kind of way to let all the bad things out through this line in my skin
and then you stop and have that moment where you see yourself in 3rd person,
'what am i doing?' you think, 'this is what crazy people do, am I a crazy person?' where have i gone, how far have i fallen now?
you stop and you look and you just keep on cutting
after all sometimes it seems the only thing that'll make you feel better is to feel worse
I`m not crazy
don't look at me like that i'm not crazy
this is just a way to get through it
just a way to get through it