"Salvation"
Ill cut myself into small pieces,
And leave them scattered on the floor.

Yes I'm going to do something,
Something no one else has done before.

Ill send my blood to the bank,
In deposits of litres and gallons.

While the skins is left On the floor,
Shred by a thousand million talons.

I'm going to tear of this face of mine,
And paste it on the wall of my room.
'm going to hang my bones in the corner,
Until swept away by the caretakers broom.

I'm going to tear this heart of mine out,
And somehow keep it beating.

When I'm dead, buried and forgotten,
Ill attend the tortureds' meeting.

My soul will haunt these halls forever,
My spirit will never die.

It shall cause misery to those who break,
And comfort to those who try