Your first encounter with the ones who made you      Feel a chance to taste their disease      Invite you in to lick their skin and to feel all as real      Your senses low, yur pleasures grow      White hands sew up the deed   Another limb to lift the skin, press open         And to dream all is real      Hands wide open         Lick your wounds and come inside   With your hand wide open      Lick your wounds and come inside      With your hands wide      As the cord pulls tighter, face is bleeding whiter and whiter!      As the cord pulls tighter, spots in hell burn brighter and brighter!      Your last encounter with the ones who made you sin      Till the dust hit you skin   Your pleasures know their wager grow         You lust to feel again      Hands wide open         Lick you wounds and come inside   With you hands wide open      Close your hands and come inside      With your hands white!      As the cord pulls tighter, face is bleeding whiter and whiter!         As the cord pulls tighter, spots in hell burn brighter and brighter!   Your life burns dimmer now!   Friend…So this leads us to the end!      By our will, you tied yourself!      Life burns quicker now, with a second hand         As the cord pulls tighter