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Here and there a gash, deep and long

the pain is my salvation

I don't scream, I enjoy the pain

the warm sense of the blood

My scars are trophies of redemption

It is my blood I'm resting on, the pain that releases me.

The pain is the law

I can not live without it

The sense of warm blood gives me a feeling of security…

The pain is the law

I can not live without it

The sense of warm blood gives me a feeling of cosiness

and cleans my soul

It's the longing to die that accompanies me, I become bolder,

the gashes get deeper and deeper

I'm losing my consciousness

and wake up in a puddle of blood.

I'm addicted to the pain, my injuries are getting bloodier

I'm getting out of control

I'm in a frenzy of self-mutilation

now I went a step too far.

The pain is the law

I can not live without it

The sense of warm blood gives me a feeling of security…

The pain is the law

I can not live without it

The sense of warm blood gives me a feeling of cosiness

and cleans my soul

For the last time I'm feeling the warmth of my blood

the twitching of my wounds, the cold blade of blood

as the only witness of my last gasp

I lost the game with the blade

my last hope is creeping out of my body.

The pain is the law

I can not live without it

The sense of warm blood gives me a feeling of security…

The pain is the law

I can not live without it

The sense of warm blood gives me a feeling of cosiness

and cleans my soul