Teksty: Baphomet. Leave The Flesh.

A hard life has twisted
a fascination in my mind
it's hard to understand
but the only one I could find
to release me of stress
of yverybody life
to rip at my flesh
with razor sharp knives
to penetrate my skin
with razors and hooks
the freedom I feel is often mistook
for self mutilations, is all that they see
but they no have an idea what's inside of me

I do not feel
as though I belong in this world
I belong in the world of dreams
and of death

Leave the flesh
rip it away from your bones, skinned alive
leave the flesh
self mutilations is so divine