[Verse 1: Jens Kidman]
A slow violence of words
This injurious game you play
Spiteful syllable strings
Arranged and tied into weapons

[Verse 2: Jens Kidman]
The incisions of your tongue
The slashing
The deliberate cuts run deep and wide
Whatever carved the pedestal you occupy
Was set on this resulting divide

[Bridge: Mårten Hagström & Jens Kidman]
I see through your vain pretence
The veil of you has been parted
Pure and fair, you fly on wings up high
Pharisaical
You are faultless

[Spoken word: Tomas Haake]
Of all the wounds I expected
Heartbreak, bereavеment and despair
I nevеr saw this coming
The gashes of your betrayal