My blood, my flesh, my veins
Play with me, play with me
My bones, my beast
Play with me, play with me

There's a starving beast inside my chest
Playing with me until he's bored
Then, slowly burying his tusks in my flesh
Crawling his way out he rips open old wounds

When I reach for the knife
Placed on the bedside table
Its blade reflects my determined face
To plant it in my chest
And carve a hole so deep it snaps my veins
Hollow me out, hollow me out, I want to feel empty

Where I could see my master's thorns
I'd start peeling the skin off his cheeks
And scratch his eyes until he could no longer see
The blood dripping on the white sheets of my bed

The stains I will never manage to remove
The stains I will never...
The stains I will never manage to remove
The stains I will never...
My blood, my flesh, my veins
Play with me, play with me
My bones, my beast
Play with me, play with me

Dripping all over the floor
I would drag myself outside
As I open the front door
The sun captures my weary face
The weight comes off when I let go
It's so strange, being able to feel nothing
Being able to feel nothing
Being able to feel nothing
Being able to feel nothing
Being able to feel nothing
Being able to feel nothing