Текст песни Intimate sacrificies

I have no eyes ... But I cure myself alone Buterfly´s wing and skin of scales Black and red are my future I´ll stay in sin and dirt I´ll not wash it out Yet from my soul Your time for freedom has come You have toughed my hand It´s as cold as whole body it´s a dream Draw of your concience I´m leaving forever and still turning back To survive a day ... I don´t want crying after death I don´t want your intimate sacrifices So what do you exactly want ?!