an old friend
passed me by the other day
he seemed not to remember me
just last year we first met late at night
and I stabbed my knife in his heart
I see the faces of those who passed on
brought by my hands to a better place
I see them everyday
they ride the bodies of random strangers
and I know they are happy now
I can see my old friends
walking dogs, holding hands
they may smile all just walk on by
they're with me every step
they won't let me forget what I've done
how grateful they are
I see the faces of those who passed on
brought by my hands to a better place
I see them everyday
they ride the bodies of random strangers
and I know they are happy now
they stare at me
from my mirror
and they call my name
and the face with my hands
holds a knife to his throat
I can feel the cold steel of my skin
and the faces of those who passed
bring me to a better place
bring me straight to hell
I am ready now to join my old friends
and maybe you will see me too...