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Underneath the Mask
Cold metal against the skin
Feels like a beautiful mortal sin
Drag the razor, feel the warmth
Of the blood that flows down.
One cut, two cut, three cut, four
I feel so alive so give me some more
Five cut, six cut, seven cut, eight
I have this body of my own to desecrate.
You see me happy, you see me smile
It's just a mask covering a side so vile
You think I'm nice, you think I care
Don't you understand that it's just a mask I wear?
You claim to know me better, you think you know more
You know nothing about this sick whore.
I am a bag of flesh with an empty soul
I am dead inside, I have no control.
One cut, two cut, three cut, four
I can't take it anymore.
Feels like a beautiful mortal sin
Drag the razor, feel the warmth
Of the blood that flows down.
One cut, two cut, three cut, four
I feel so alive so give me some more
Five cut, six cut, seven cut, eight
I have this body of my own to desecrate.
You see me happy, you see me smile
It's just a mask covering a side so vile
You think I'm nice, you think I care
Don't you understand that it's just a mask I wear?
You claim to know me better, you think you know more
You know nothing about this sick whore.
I am a bag of flesh with an empty soul
I am dead inside, I have no control.
One cut, two cut, three cut, four
I can't take it anymore.
Published 12th Oct 2013
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