The razor slid across my skin A crimson kiss, a decoration I liked the way the red leaked out That day my new life did begin A masochist in others words But they don't hear what I have heard Sighs of release from plasma trails Viscous patterns in vivid detail Carving symbols slow and deep Separating flesh to seep When I cut my soul's revealed Clean is ugly, only scars are real Jigsaw scalping, healing, scabbing New lacerations, picking, stabbing Rivers of blood, infinite cuts Surfaces covered, it's never enough Rivers of blood, infinite cuts Surfaces covered, it's never enough Rivers of blood, infinite cuts Surfaces covered, it's never enough Rivers of blood, infinite cuts Surfaces covered, it's never enough Grind them off without a trace I have become a human sore A work of art forever more I hone my craft with deft precision The flaying knife is my religion