I feel it punding in my flesh
In my mind
In my heart
The Need to slice open my own skin
Sometimes you need an Escape
Sometimes you need a Break

But why?

Why are there people who need to do this?
Why do we need such a macabre escape from lifes terrors, trials and tribulations?

If only there were another way
Another way to get out
But there isn't

Not for me
Not now
And I'll have that forever

The Need
And the marks from that Need

So obligatory
So...non-progressive

Trying to feel better
But it last but a moment
That...indescibable euphoria

That
That is my Extacy

The Extacy to make it go away!
Make the pain GO AWAY!
And to leave me with an empty mind
A calm mind
Is what I need

A Need to slice
And Rip
And Tear
And Sever

The Need
My Extacy