كلمات Poke Your Wounds

You're spiting in your own face The blood of your disgrace Poke your wounds with a knife And make them bleed again Suffering won't safe your life But pain is all that remains Masochist! Salt drains in your wounds! Pessimist! Drink the blood of Christ's wounds! False stigmas and self-immolation Finally you taste the sweet flavor of self-destruction Every night you join the hands And pray at God for sending you to hell And try to lead the lambs to death