Remember when you asked me, if you could cut my hair? 
I looked inside the mirror; you asked me if I dared
- “I am the sweetest devil, I promise to be dear”
This is an act of pleasure; I said I felt no fear
You took the shining scissors, and cut through skin and bones
I feared for life and fortune; my anguish was condoned
I begged you please don’t hurt me; I really love this life
I watched you squirm in laughter, as blood concealed my eyes

“In time we forsake our illusions, and yield to the passing of time
Let’s drink from the cup of confusion, and be king in the land of the blind”

Remember when you asked me, if you could feel my soul?
You wondered what’s inside me; I said I did not know
You promised to be gentle; I swore I did not mind
- “This is an act of pleasure, and pleasure will be mine”
I felt the urge to please you; I promised [bad word] You opened up the entrance, and shoved your hand inside
I screamed in pain and pleasure, I begged to be consoled
You clenched the soul inside me, and ripped it out with skin and bones