The white room is boring

And slightly cold

It's cool for a few seconds

But after that it gets old

And all too soon

I am returned

To the consciousness and feeling

My body just spurned

I look down in horror

Past the knife in my chest

To my torn, bloodied jeans

Damnit! These were my best

The First looks in horror

One of his final mistakes

Time's moving slowly

But his neck still breaks

The Second lay twitching

So I finish him quick

Stood upon his chest

Double heel kick

The third is long dead

In white room I took him apart

Bone fragments everywhere

And I'm holding his heart

Adrenaline fails me

And I start to fall

I stumble around

And slump on a wall

I sit down and spark up

And my shirt is all wet

The blood on the knife

Is beginning to set

The wound is healing over

Things are starting to fade

My ChAoTiC healing's begun

Scabbing over the blade

I put both hands on it

But I can't do a thing

I try to move the knife

But the bastard's healed in

With my last ounce of strength

I give it a pull

But the floor rushes up

To meet with my skull

So is this it gents?

It's been an honour

We've had some rough times

But now we're a goner

Jurg, Sergei, Paul

We're about to die

My last thoughts are of Laura

There's a tear in my eye.

Because just as we've found

The girl of our dreams

One knife fight and BAM!

It comes apart at the seams

Goodnight fallen one

I'm off to Asgard's bliss

But I'd gladly go to hell

Just for one last kiss