| Right in my face | |
| I can't hear | |
| This body has become mutilated by fear | |
| In hunger I swallowed my tongue | |
| My touch is a mute's scream | |
| With an unctuous smile she used to offer redemption that was not hers to bestow | |
| Now the flesh is moist rigor mortis as severed parts lay before me | |
| May no-one condemn my actions | |
| Because no-one knows my name | |
| I don't need absolution | |
| But only a switchblade | |
| She's naked, deteriorated | |
| Fast asleep in my arms | |
| She's naked, deteriorated | |
| Right in my face | |
| I can't hear | |
| This body has become mutilated by fear | |
| In hunger I swallowed my tongue | |
| My touch is a mute's scream | |
| She's naked, deteriorated | |
| May no-one condemn my actions | |
| May no-one | |
| No-one |
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