Smashed your head against the wall Treatment comforts temporarily Chastise yourself extremely To neutralise chronic pains Automutilation dwells deep in your soul
Inflicting pain Your body suffers While carving yourself People can't understand That you are forced to do it A slave of your sick thoughts For neurosis or lust
Carving layers of skin of your chest An orgasm comes as reward Your sick lust of pain Will drive you to your suicide Automutilation dwells deep in your soul