You've got an itch
I'm under your skin
Eat your flesh
To cleanse your sin
You forgot to keep
The beast within
Cut yourself to numb the pain
Infected blood flows from the vein
Offer your love for me
To come and take again
Self destruction a rotting state
A pitiful sight from what we create
I give to you my sense of hate
You give to me your will
Diseased, defeated, dejected
And hoping to be killed