Bloodied Nicks and Still Slit Wrists

Get out of my mind, get out of my way…
I’m not in the mood for bullshit today.
Just give me what I need, what I desire…
Give me the will that will bleed like white fire.

Come to the sink, and we’ll stand on the ledge…
This time I’ll push you to the darkest edge.
It should have killed me, but sadly, it didn’t…
So I am sufficed for these painstaking minutes.

Remove these clothes, and climb on top…
I want you to drill me until I say stop.
Don’t be afraid to export your soft sin…
Go ahead and lick away the nicks of my skin.

Sex me like best enemies, pierce me like worst friends…
Fill the dry room with the stains from my hands.
Should I drown down and die, do not wonder why…
Cut me away from this dream, to never wake up again.