Cut out my tongue, so I can't speak,
I don't want to talk with anyone, anymore.
Put your hands around my neck, so I can't breathe,
I'll die slowly, and believe that is my destiny.

Feel my blood rush, another type of time measure,
the blood ticking in my veins, is marking my mortality.
You're my issue, but also my therapy,
you're a galaxy, my way to escape reality.

Kiss my scars, just like you kissed my neck,
run away with me, and never come back.
Crush my heart painfully, the punishment that I need,
the agony spreading, is the way that I bleed.