I love them
Till I break, like a doll
Softly, gently
Give them, what they want
Knife, knife
Under the skin, cooking their hearts
Eating the meal, without their cries
Accept me
Like a god, without any doubt
Your touch
Made me feel like I'm in the womb
Knife, knife
Gifts from the body that I must save
The skins that I flay, I should wear
You loved me as what I am
Accepted me, no need to understand
Try to purify me as a mother does
But I am broken, eternal evil
Eating your heart like no one does