For there is not,
A joy in my life,
Till the day I testified!

Trying to find the joy
In everything I was

The hands of a person
The loud voices of fighting
The ringing blood on the walls
The iron in your mouth
The crying little girl
That won't get out of your head

The cold metal, SHARP!, against the skin
"No!" the little girl crying says
"But I can't live this wa..."

Thy head keeps spinning
For thou doest what's wrong
For now you must not go back
But if thou livest, just ask me
"It's not worth the cold metal!"