My blood is pouring
Dripping off of the cobblestones.
Caressing my blade,
As it cuts into my neck.
The pain so sweet, so rich and wonderful.
I've wanted to leave here
For so, so long.
Just wanted to walk away.
But they kept me here,
As their plaything,
Their puppet
Well,
Who's pulling the strings now?
Almost there.
Soon, soon I will be rid of THEM
I will be free from their cold hands.
Good-bye and good riddens.