In the light place I was never hungry
Always painless and free
Everything I needed was around or inside me
My light; so beautiful
My flesh; so ugly and diseased

Shocked by all mirrors; this isnt my face
Sickened by all the [bad word]  this isnt my place
All I want to do is cut, scratch and peel off this flesh
Until my suffering ends when there's no more left

Whenever I try to escape by cutting myself away
My flesh fights back and gives me pain
But this no longer breaks my courage or determination
I'll cut scratch and peel until I'm free of this damnation