I feel them, I feel them crawl, they crawl right up my twisted spine. These words of nothing and all, I wish they´d never been mine. I feel them, I feel them crawl, oh now they´re going deeper, going deeper down. Like the knife in my back, stabbing me but I keep the track. I wonder if these stabwounds ever heal. Down, like the knife in my back, stabbing me but I can´t be wrecked, I wonder if these stabwounds ever heal. I feel them, I feel them all, they all now spit the venom of a thousand tongues into my veins, the poison of a thousand fangs unleashed again. They crawl, I scream a thousand words of nothing and another thousand empty ones again that I can´t understand. Short cuts, deep wounds, I came here to meet my doom. Dead words, bleed soon, now I see my doom is you. I beg and pray that life can hear what death does say. Still they crawl, still I scream, a thousand words can´t make those stabwounds heal. A shorter cut, a deeper wound, so let´s twist the knife to make it all through. Like the knife in my back, stabbing me but I keep the track, I wonder if these stabwounds ever heal, down, like the knife in my back, stabbing me but I can´t be wrecked, I wonder if these stabwounds ever heal.