I spill my soul with paper and a pen
And compress everything I keep hidden
Legs shaking, to the touch of my remedy
And i'm addicted to loving my enemy's

Pain and blades is my only zen
Beat me with my own self-contemplation
Hurting through day-time life
Then blackness occurs at night

My touch, my fire, is burning out
So, listen to what i'm all about
Craving, and starving for love
Leave me, and send the confusion above