Pull out this leather of my faceThrow something away and relief the flamesStrip my arms offLet this weight falling down of my shouldersLet my carcass facing down on the floorWhy do you stare me with feelings?Cause you know the wind passing through this bodyIt’s the same wind which will consume slowly your bodyYou can bet how many times I’ve tried to croos the fireAnd I’ve drunk that same warm liquidI can’t open the windows anymoreCause in front of it there’s an wall of LamentationsI can’t smell grind and I can see blood stainsThe real cut is printedOn all those faces, sick faces, chopped faces, hypocritical facesPull out this leather of my facesCause I feel much pain, torture, tormentMartydom, pity, afflictionPull out this leather of my faceThrow something away and relief the flamesStrip my arms offLet this weight falling down of my shouldersLet my carcass facing down on the floorWhy do you stare me with feelings?Cause you know the wind passing through this bodyIt’s the same wind which will consume slowly your bodyYou can bet how many times I’ve tried to croos the fireAnd I’ve drunk that same warm liquidI can’t open the windows anymoreCause in front of it there’s an wall of LamentationsI can’t smell grind and I can see blood stainsThe real cut is printedOn all those faces, sick faces, chopped faces, hypocritical facesPull out this leather of my facesCause I feel much pain, torture, tormentMartydom, pity, affliction