Hate Create

Tell me the purpose of the flesh
Is it to feel or to be felt?
I peeled the scars from my skin
To find the link between blood and soul

The answer is always at hand
To create a simple role
Let my eyes, tongue and face
Mirror what I do not hold

Am ignored by the touch?
By the touch, that shapes the soul
That heals the scars I ripped away
These scars that I must try to repaint

The answer is always at hand
To create a simple role
Let eyes, tongue and face
Mirror what I do not hold

I dance with the devil Love
To mate with the angel Hate

It is the inside that I deny
It is the inside that I deny