You sit in the dark the blinds drawn around you so you can't see the world outside. And the clock chimes A little past the 13th hour The minutes tick by As you wait. You stare and you stare at the metallic glare bouncing off the walls You wonder if it's worth your time to actually make the cut As the clock chimes a fourteenth time. And you feel you've died on the inside And you feel you're burned on the inside And inside you know you've rotted away. The minutes continue to tick Tock another one's gone. Your bath water's waiting Shadows flit in the corner and the moonlight's reflected in the kitchen knife's sharp glow. And you feel you've died on the inside And you feel you're burned on the inside And inside you know you've rotted away. Yeah, you're dead on the inside And yeah, you're burned on the inside And inside you're sure you've rotted away on the inside Spare everybody the pain And just do it Nobody cares anymore so just do it Slice through translucent skin and show on the outside what's always been on the inside. Tick tock The thirteenth hour.