You're spiting in your own face
The blood of your disgrace
Poke your wounds with a knife
And make them bleed again
Suffering won't safe your life
But pain is all that remains

Masochist! Salt drains in your wounds!

Pessimist! Drink the blood of Christ's wounds!

False stigmas and self-immolation
Finally you taste the sweet flavor of self-destruction

Every night you join the hands
And pray at God for sending you to hell
And try to lead the lambs to death