Knife - Presage

I love them

Till I break, like a doll

Softly, gently

Give them, what they want

Knife, knife

Under the skin, cooking their hearts

Eating the meal, without their cries

Accept me

Like a god, without any doubt

Your touch

Made me feel like I’m in the womb

Knife, knife

Gifts from the body that I must save

The skins that I flay, I should wear

You loved me as what I am

Accepted me, no need to understand

Try to purify me as a mother does

«But I am broken, eternal evil»

Eating your heart like no one does