My blood, my flesh, my veins Play with me My Bones, my beast Play with me
There's a starving beast inside my chest Playing with me untirl he's bored Then slowly buryinh his tusks in my flesh Crawling his way out he rips open old wounds
When I reach for the knife placed on The bedside table its blade reflects My determined face to plan it in my chest And carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins Hollow me out, I want to feel empty
Where I could see my master's thorns I'd start peeling the skin off his cheeks And scratch his eyes until he could no longer see The blood dripping in the white sheets of my bed The stains I will never manage to remove
Dripping all over the floor, I would drag myself outside As I open the front door the sun Captures my weary face The weight comes off, when I let go It's so strange Being able to feel nothingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
