Cold steel, a crisp edge
Yielding flesh and tattered dreams
Feeling again and finding my friend
Pain is my friend, Pain is my life
This is how I continue, this is how I survive
I dare not share this, my deep little secret
For fear that they may take away my friend
For fear that they remove my life's only pleasure
This pleasure is taboo, This pleasure is exquisite 
The crisp edge, my yeilding flesh
This is how i cope, this is how i deal
This is my only way to truly feel

Love is a phantom, hate is a lie
why i ask can i not simply die
The reason is simple, to those who understand
Pain is my life, and Pain tells no lie

I have felt love, only a new form of pain
I have felt joy, but dissapears
I have felt all things, the only truth is pain
My dreams have all crumbled 
My faith is gone
so how do I continue until the next dawn?

I take the steel, that wonderfully crisp edge
I accept this pain, I accept this edge
I know that this is real, I know I am alive
I know this is true feeling, As i wish that i would die

Joy does not exist
Love will simply crumble
So as ,through life, I stumble
I make my own joy
I make my own dark love
to the cold steel, with that wonderfully crisp edge