Scaffold of emotions
Sunken in my carnal yoke
Consuming my existence
Compulsive, spasm of horror
I worship the bloody skin

Deranged thoughts - Waiting inside
Adrenaline - Rising again
Obsessed by flesh

Calculated incisions destroying the nerves
I control the art of pain
Physical decayment - Amputated thoughts
Precision in torment

I don't know the piety; I don't know your ways
Always near of death, but I never cross the line

Like a lunatic I punish myself...

Open wounds, self inflicted wounds again
Morbid desires shredding my veins

Open wounds - I'll kill myself
Open wounds - Ears lacerated
Inflicted wounds...
Feeding my pleasure and pain...

So you think that I am sick
You think that I'm insane (4)

I worship the bloody skin

Feel the struggle devouring me
Depraved mind - Calling the torment
Redding me - Falling in disease

Scaffold of emotions
Sunken in my carnal yoke
Consuming my existence
Degenerate, degenerate...

And the fire is burning now
And the knife is cutting my flesh
Religion of pain, scattered skin, the creak of the bones...

And I smell the blood again
I believe in my death now
It's wrapping me at last, weed out my life
The throne of nonsense...