Your first encounter with the ones who make you
Feel a chance to taste their disease
Invite you in to lick their skin and to feel all as real
Your senses low, your pleasures grow
White hands sew up the deed
Another limb to lift the skin, press open
And to dream all is real
Hands wide open
Lick your wounds and come inside
With your hand wide open
Lick your wounds and come inside
With your hands wide
As the cord pulls tighter
Face is bleeding whiter and whiter
As the cord pulls tighter
Spots in hell burn brighter and brighter
Your last encounter with the ones who made you sin
Till the dust hit you skin
Your pleasures know their wager grow
You lust to feel again
Hands wide open
Close your wounds and come inside
With you hands wide open
Close your hands and come inside
With your hands white
As the cord pulls tighter
Face is bleeding whiter and whiter
As the cord pulls tighter
Spots in hell burn brighter and brighter
As the cord pulls tighter
Face is bleeding whiter and whiter
As the cord pulls tighter
Spots in hell burn brighter and brighter
Friend so this leads us to the end
Your life burns dimmer now
By our will, you've tied yourself
Life burns quicker now, with a second hand
As the cord pulls tighter
As the cord pulls tighter
As the cord pulls tighter
As the cord pulls tighter