Your words have hit me like a ten ton steam
 Hammer, [bad word] ..
 ... Cutted me in two, have pulled me down to kneel for you 

 You freak... indeed, our battles made me weak
 You freak... mendacious bliss in all you seek 

 Qhen you are falling your wounds are calling
 You need to hurt to feell free... right on 

 Who knew what I ran into– demons that
 Returned to you
 weak, fake fall or helpless need inbred to
 Sponge our bleed 

 Free are the ones who can choose and
 You know there is nothing to loose 

 Follow me into all misery
 I choose you to reveal my exit wounds
 [bad word] my harmonies
 I want you to unscar these crying wounds 

 My exit wounds