She ties you to a chair.
With a blank and subtle stare.
She rips off your skin.
As she calls it a sin.
You eat at your heart.
She tears up your new start.
This is your last chance.
Standing without a stance.
Ductape over your mouth.
Blinded by it over your eyes.
Hear the desolite screaming cries.
Left behind so many times.
Mein Teil
Mein Teil
I hate my part.
I hate my part.
Let me die
In my own blood.
