THE SLAUGHTER: Watch my soul, divide At the dawn of my own slaughter-suicide Behind the mask all shall fall While my tyrannical desires Feed the blackness As I watch her leave slowly I'm not sure to know who I am anymore The absence of hope makes me so empty The undead part of me burns my needs Unbearable urges gnaw my guts I want to be inside you a last time Don't care about the fucking sunset Slaughter suicide Call me the wicked, make me the wicked Blame me the wicked, I'll be gone! I don't feel anything Do you see the scar around my neck? This fucking "cut here" THE SUICIDE: I guess I'm losing hope, but believe me I tried Behold the emptiness you dug in me! I regurgitate your name once again Without the conscience of your accusatory eye Your eye delicately put down in a box I send you our children as I shall ask your dead Body for permission We are so much alike