Your fingers are scratching my back,
My wounds are bleeding,
Your legs squeeze my neck;
You live for killing.

[Your victims die fast,
 Your victims enjoy death.]

{I wonder why
 You want someone to die;
 I feel your breath
 Before my death.}

You looked for someone to kill
And found me, babe.
You think you'll make me kneel,
I don't fear my fate.

(I feel blade in my belly...
 I feel hot blood on my skin...
 You killed me, you did it, really...
 I'm dying fast within my sin...)