Cut my flesh I bleed
Know my heart I'll cry
In my soul I feel
That the flesh must die

My soul was awakened
When the pain was brought
Mocked and feared
When relief was sought

Hatred and pain make
The soul grow fonder
Of death, or is it mankind?
I say hate and pain
Make the flesh weak
And the soul strong
Brush my heart
And you will find
Callous and scars
Look inside you will find
I long to gain liberation
Of the soul

Deliver my unto pain I say
Strengthen my soul's curiosity
Though I long to escape this place
I need the pain to show me the way
Chastise and scorn me, flog or crucify
Sink your implements deep into
My heart, mind, flesh
But you will never take my life

I'll not die by your hand
I'll not die by your hand

My blood will cleanse my flesh
My blood will cleanse my flesh