Compassion, a possession I do not obtain 
I belong to no one, just a lost soul with nothing to live for 
I once had a friend, but now she lies in pain 
She belongs to only me, I have nothing to live for anymore 

Sympathy, I have never known 
I belong to my own sorrow 
I once had a lover, but she lies alone 
She belongs to only me, and I shall not see tomorrow 

I guess it was I who murdered her 
But she was most deserving 
My suffering shall show me the way of murder 
I shall lick my wounds and clean the dirt out of me 

With my knife in my hand, and blood from my eyes 
I walk along this lonely valley 
With my heart split open and empty inside 
I wander through this emptiness that has taken so much out of me