Do the Du (Casse) - A Certain Ratio

My heart was just an open sore

Which you picked at 'til it was raw

It bled away my existence

Shriveled under your insistence

You forced me to my deadly fate

Turned me into a thing of hate

I flayed your flesh with my thoughts

I flayed your flesh with my thoughts

Your fate transforms

In the hope that I could conform

For a moment

I flayed your flesh with insistence

I drew your blood with consistence

I flayed your flesh with insistence

I drew your blood with consistence