rubbing rotten splinters into your throat gives me a sense of power rubbing rotten splinters into your throat gives me a sense of joy all i’ve tried for, what does it mean? all i’ve cried for, what does it mean? all i’ve lied for, what does it mean? all i’ve died for, what does it mean? just a, just a another representation of your lover laying by your side with a sickness in their eyes and the soiled stench of lust drowning it feels like drowning under the waters of betrayal the filth is rushing in and filling up your lungs but you never die take this knife and cut my neck, set me free from all my sin take this knife and cut my neck, set me free from all my sin this is a request for your forgiveness i can’t look at what i’ve done but i’m truly sorry god help me, god help me.