Your words have hit me like a ten ton steam 
hammer, bitch... 
... cutted me in two, have pulled me down to kneel for you 

You freak... indeed, our battles made me weak 
You freak... mendacious bliss in all you seek 

Qhen you are falling your wounds are calling 
You need to hurt to feell free... right on 

Who knew what I ran into- demons that 
returned to you 
A weak, fake fall or helpless need inbred to 
sponge our bleed 

Free are the ones who can choose and 
you know there is nothing to loose 

Follow me into all misery 
I choose you to reveal my exit wounds 
Fallacy composed my harmonies 
I want you to unscar these crying wounds 

My exit wounds