Tear at flesh and rip at skin
And smash at doubt, I have to break you.
Fury drives my vicious blows
I see you fall but still I strike you.
Again and again your body falls
The movement is sharp and clear and pure and gone
I stop and kneel beside you, drained of everything but pain

Screaming throw myself in fury
Over the edge and into your blood

The Cure, "Doubt"