Your fingers are scratching my back,
My wounds are bleeding,
Your legs squeeze my neck;
You live for killing.
[Your victims die fast,
Your victims enjoy death.]
{I wonder why
You want someone to die;
I feel your breath
Before my death.}
You looked for someone to kill
And found me, babe.
You think you'll make me kneel,
I don't fear my fate.
(I feel blade in my belly...
I feel hot blood on my skin...
You killed me, you did it, really...
I'm dying fast within my sin...)