Intimate sacrificies

I have no eyes ... But I cure myself alone
Buterfly´s wing and skin of scales
Black and red are my future
I´ll stay in sin and dirt I´ll not wash it out
Yet from my soul
Your time for freedom has come
You have toughed my hand
It´s as cold as whole body it´s a dream
Draw of your concience
I´m leaving forever and still turning back
To survive a day ...
I don´t want crying after death
I don´t want your intimate sacrifices
So what do you exactly want ?!