Silent screams, never to be heard, on my knees  I beg for more. 

Deep the scars, time can never erase....

Wheres my butterflies and sunshine, wheres my grace.

Starvation of life is upon me, looking on with every step I take, every mistake, every twisted smile I create.

Scream out to nothing, no one to hold.

I am my maker, my destruct-or, my saviour, of this twisted soul.

Deep the scars you can not see, turn away, never to know me.

Scream out to nothing, no one to hold....

Wheres my butterflies and sunshine, wheres my grace.

My world's gone cold

Inflictions of pain, numb my body becomes with each blow.

The road behind riddled with debris, the road ahead clouded in dust, stretching on forever teasing me with life's lust.

I scream out to nothing, no one to hold....

for I am my maker, my destruct-or, my saviour of this twisted soul 

I alone am left to clean up the mess of this life I live alone.

Wheres my butterflies and sunshine, wheres my grace.

My world's gone cold.