She's ready to make sure
that when she's done,
hell will be like a home for me.

She already took the first hit. But this time she's heartless.

She wants to do what she didn't get to do last time; make physical pain feel like a cure
to the demons inside of my head.

She wants to get in control, make me her little puppy.
She wants to make me feel like I'm nothing.
She wants to make sure, that living will be harder than dying.

One thing I can tell you,
she's already starting,
and she doesn't seem like somebody who is going to stop
before she gets
what she wants from me; perfection,
which is a way of dying.