Smashed your head against the wall

Treatment comforts temporarily

Chastise yourself extremely

To neutralise chronic pains

Automutilation dwells deep in your soul



Inflicting pain

Your body suffers

While carving yourself

People can't understand

That you are forced to do it

A slave of your sick thoughts

For neurosis or lust



Carving layers of skin of your chest

An orgasm comes as reward

Your sick lust of pain

Will drive you to your suicide

Automutilation dwells deep in your soul