If you want to know
who am I in real?
Get under my skin
scratch it and peel.
Undress my words and
the emotions I conceal.
The wish in my mind
Smother it to squeal.
In this rite of exorcism
God has made the deal.
The wounds on my soul
will bleed and never heal.
Dissect and purge me with
the horns you finally reveal.