Innocent deformed child

Concepted by my lies

Born by my isolation

Its suffering is my creation



Piece of me I love its embrace

But I'll never know its face

It hurts I'm the one to blame

I want you to feel my pain



I'm your blood

I can feel

I'm your blood

I'm your fear



I'm your blood

I'm your pain

I'm your blood

We're the same



Time sweeps my tears away

Quiet words, yes, they show my way

Their whisper strokes me

I see my victim's body



My knife runs into it again

Pleasure kills 'till the end

Flash on my blade: my kind of art

I'm in my hell and I won't get out