Lying on that dirty table thinking about you,
Letting them touch me and cut me invading my moon.
No, i do not see any ceilings or walls any more,
Thank you for cutting so deep letting out all my cosmic coy.
Standing on the concrete floor
Feeling my knees getting cold,
I'm praying, i'm praying, still praying for you...
Would have cut some throats for you
But now don't know what to do,
I'm sitting here on my knees praying for you...
I would rather destroy myself than let you fill me with regrets,
Oh, i would rather choke myself than let you ever call me a friend.
There is no walls around us except the ones we build ourselves,
You cut me deep be proud, now blood is my... blood is my air!