These are the places where I can feel
Torn from my body, my flesh, it peels
During this ride, we can cut up what we like

Waiting alone, I cannot resist
Feeling this hate I have never missed
Please, someone give me a reason
To rip off my face

Blood is a-pouring and pouring and pouring
And pouring and pouring and pouring and pouring
And pouring and pouring and pouring..

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