I’ve got my hands out in front of my face
But I can hardly see
I’ve bathed myself in holy water
But it doesn’t bother me
I’ve got my fingers to the blade
But I can’t feel a thing
Open my eyes in salty water
But it doesn’t even sting
Under my skin, upon my head
Stuck in my throat, beneath my breath
My black and whites are turning red
You are my life, I am your death