Your fingers scratch my back.
My wounds are bleeding.
Your legs squeeze my neck;
You live for the killing.

Your victims die fast,
Your victims enjoy death.

I wonder why
I want to die;
I feel your breath
Before my death.

You sought someone to kill.
You've found me, babe.
I stand now on my knees.
I don't fear my fate.

I feel your razor blade inside my belly.
I feel the hot sticky blood run down my skin.
You killed me, babe. You did it, really.
I'm dying fast within my sin.