Slowly Ive let myself change just for you pleasure,
I have let myself become your cheapest whore,
So that at least we could be filth together,
But I continue to wonder how I became so impure,

The blood runs cold beneath our pale skin,
Our hearts, blackest of them all, beat in time,
Just like satan himself but twice the sin,
Though there is no greater shame than mine,

Ive become unsure of who I am now,
Just all scars and shattered thoughts,
But with my crown Ill make them all bow,
And tear apart anyone who retorts,

Just like a wilted rose inside flames,
It once was such a beautiful thing,
But now its the burn and hurt that reigns,
Its broken and dead, just as Im becoming,

I wonder why people still stand by me,
I would rather sew my eyes shut tight,
Than see myself and all my greed,
But they hold my hand, day and night,

Though I'll stand by and watch them fall,
In fact I'll be the one to drop them,
While they lay on the ground and crawl,
I sit up in my chair to push then down again,

Because I couldn't give a shit,
I couldn't really care,
Whether they deserve it,
Or whether it is fair,

So I'll dig my own grave,
To take me deeper into hell,
Im too dead for you to save,
I don't even have a soul to sell,