I'm sitting in my room
with a needle in my hand
Staring down at the open wound

Go Ahead and Count the Number Of Hearts
Bleeding out from The Wounds of My Body
They're Bursting apart with
Hate
And Jealousy,
Love,
And Desire

Even now nothing stops this flow
No matter How Much I Torture Myself

Try to connect these blood vessels with the needle and string
Red Threads That Stitch Through My Flesh
And Even this Dizzying Feeling In My Mind Caused From These Wounds
It's The Distance Between Us Coming Closer

If You Peel this Flesh,
This Mask
What Gets Exposed Further is Impurity

The Intoxication is being secretly replaced with Pain
Ah, Still I Harbor These Feelings For You
Now all I can do is tear apart these stitches...

And Bear This Torture