Innocent deformed child
Concepted by my lies
Born by my isolation

Its suffering is my creation

Piece of me I love it's embrace

But I'll never know it's 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