I've become the essence of worth in your eyes I've become the essence of hate in disguise Rot in the brain You preach about your suffering I'll advise you what to do Expose your veins, for your purpose And slit your wrist Cut for me Make it bleed Rot in the brain I'm strangled by your tounge, but masked and armed Your blood will help me heal, now stain the blade Cut for me Make it bleed Cut for me Make it bleed Cut for me Make it bleed Cut for me Make it bleed