I feel the pain of a thousand holes.
Pierced by needles in a crucifix style.
I do not believe in miracles.
My absent mind has made me in denial.

If you aren’t gonna take me away,
Then who will drain the poison from my veins?
I assume that this world has marked its day,
The worship of my bloody stains.

I want to live,
I want to make you die!
Pain is what I’ll give,
I’m gonna make you cry!

Who is that figure I see before me,
Lurking behind the curtains?
Please show me what my eyes don’t see,
So that I can know for certain.

I’m tired of the torture,
This pain I neglect.
The mirror of the girl, please scorch ‘er.
I just wanna show her the pain that I reflect!

I want to live,
I want to make you die!
Pain is what I’ll give,
I’m gonna make you cry!

I want to live,
I want to make you die!
Pain is what I’ll give,
I’m gonna make you cry!

I want to live,
I want to make you die!
Pain is what I’ll give,
I’m gonna make you cry!

Cry.
Cry.
Cry.
I’m gonna make you…cry.