Текст песни Cuts - Lizette Lizette

Repulsive emotions
A voice from within
It′s pushing like vomit
Yet stroking my chin
My vains are exploding
I'm hating my guts
I still see a small child
Inside of us
Cut me out,
I wanna cut me out,
I want my cuts to count
Cut me out,
I wanna cut the deed
I wanna make me bleed
The taste of my dry mouth
Reminds me of shame
The anguish is tourture
It wispers my name
A loop of self hatred
A circle of life
Repairing the damage
The cut of a knife
Cut me out,
I wanna cut me out,
I want my cuts to count
Cut me out,
I wanna cut the deed
I wanna make me bleed