The red that runs thru my vein,
The liquid that made me insane,
Destruction has its own game,
Fantasies and illusions are my pain,
The thing that keeps me here,
Is blood the essence of life,
Blood the one that's suppose to,
Make everything alright,
Inside this shell is blood the liquid of hell,
The substance that stains the knife,
Everytime I take a stab inside,
Why does it hurt and why do i bleed?
This illusion it's life,
It's blood the one that kills me slowly,
Sweetness of hate has tortured my fate,
And when i compare my life to fear,
It is what i'm made of And it is Blood,
The essence of life that keeps me here. |
