اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
So sweet are the razors in my skin, I'm trembling
Shivers of relief are covering my whole self
So sweet, as I pierce through, as I slit through my flesh
Their affliction upon me slowly wane away
Pain, a pleasure, it measures my insanity
Still, it fades, ensues their voices again, again
Their twisted fingers slash; my senses do fail, cede
Silence cease, their voices resound like shattered glass
Self inflicted scarification, redemption
Tearing my skin by pieces, then maybe they'll leave?
Suffering is my solace, purification
Self inflict scarification, a sigh I grieve
Blood beads of the incisions, slowly draining me
Life fades, sweetness is gone; the scythe comes, it is thus
Her face, angels weeping, I heed all my folly
Bitter, it is thus, as I become one of us
Self inflict scarification, our temptation
Tear your skin by limbs; then maybe I'll be leaving
Suffer; is it your solace, my retribution?
As you succumb, self inflict scarification
