The seeds of heritage lying cremated  Through the hand of a single man and his lust  Feeling relive by his work on flesh  Just like flies addicted to light  He loans for the unique moment  To slash, to cut and feel the warmth  Invisible in the degenerated society he acts  No one seems to care for the scab  That is a part of all, an inseparable symbiosis  The chalk-white face you look at  A human being or a disease, a waste-product  Searching for control, a life in the hands of me  Overwhelmed by this power, the physical strength  Try to make the most of the moment  Seeing the dumb smile you feel it  An incision, it sets me free, this pile of meat and ulcer  Moving under me and still I want, my hand beyond the cover  I understand his desire, the punishment becomes lust  Sends us both into ecstasies, for him it was the last  For me it is the beginning