You've come to kill my mind
Come to stab my soul
I love my own emptiness
You can't make me whole.

So you've come to change me
With your bleeding ideas to stain me,
I will taste my wounded hurt
But I'll never wear your dirt,

I dont need this filth (to hell with you)-
I'm better off without it!

So you've come to save me,
From the blazes that crave me,
I drink the poison oozing in,
I am cut with the blade of sin.

Now that you've come to bury me
See all thats dying inside of me,
Come and dog my bloody pain,
Come and sniff around my brain...

I don't need this filth (to hell with you)-
I'm better off without it!

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