So sweet are the razors in my skin, I'm trembling Shivers of relief are covering my whole self So sweet, as I pierce through, as I slit through my flesh Their affliction upon me slowly wane away Pain, a pleasure, it measures my insanity Still, it fades, ensues their voices again, again Their twisted fingers slash; my senses do fail, cede Silence cease, their voices resound like shattered glass Self inflicted scarification, redemption Tearing my skin by pieces, then maybe they'll leave? Suffering is my solace, purification Self inflict scarification, a sigh I grieve Blood beads of the incisions, slowly draining me Life fades, sweetness is gone; the scythe comes, it is thus Her face, angels weeping, I heed all my folly Bitter, it is thus, as I become one of us Self inflict scarification, our temptation Tear your skin by limbs; then maybe I'll be leaving Suffer; is it your solace, my retribution? As you succumb, self inflict scarification