These are the places where I can feel,
Torn from my body, my flesh it peels.
During this ride we can cut up what we like.
Waiting alone I cannot resist,
Feeling this hate I have never missed.
Please someone give me a reason to rip off my face.
Blood is a pouring, and pouring (x10)
These are the places where I can feel, Torn from my body, my flesh it peels. During this ride we can cut up what we like. Waiting alone I cannot resist, Feeling this hate I have never missed. Please someone give me a reason to rip off my face. Blood is a pouring, and pouring (x10)