Out on the edge of the night, on the edge of the knife,
Drenched in moonlight, intoxicating sense of power,
Dizzying heights and a lust for chaos.
Insomnia and waking nightmares have blurred out all of the
Limits marked into my consciousness; your chains made out of guilt
Have set me free and made me stronger.
Bad habits, compulsive silences, I will no longer retreat into this
Shell of broken, worn-out fantasies; don't make me wait for you to heal,
I'm not your daughter of hell and hatred anymore.