If only a mirror could see past the skin
Through the meat and the bone
I might find the parasite
That has made my body its home
Tear it out, rip it out of your frame
With reckless abandon
'Fore your bones, brittle bones
Hold but flesh in decay
With a shard of shattered self
I have found a way
Into this vermin's horrid domain
I have found a way
And as blood rushes the blade
And all colours fade
I commit this pyrrhic crime
To destroy its source and mine
Bloody your hands!
If I have to tear
(Bloody your hands!)
At every tendon
(Bloody your hands!)
To rid me of this leech
I'll bloody my hands!
Thus my perdition ends
I have found a way
I have found a way
I lay hollow
I lay hollow
I lay hollow
I lay hollow
