Pain says - wake up, through splinters of the memories To find out the truth in broken glass Red drops, they glue the puzzle of my senses The morning sun will light my hands in blood
All is going away as I gone insane, I fed my demons with the blood I've shed I am now entering the tragedy of my own killing nature
When life is an error, it's so meaningless to feel the regrets My own destination - world painted in red... Let it bleed
I hunt, I creep about the pray behind you Addicted to the shredding - drug The overwrap one day becomes your sindon I'll see you soon in body bag
When life is an error, it's so meaningless to feel the regrets My own destination - world painted in red... Let it bleed
The sculptor of scarification, an artist with a blade instead of brush Abluted by the crimson rivers, I beg you to witness my art My scenes filled with red lined fibers, my drama of a last breath and delight The howling of a withering razors prepares you to join my art...
When life is an error, it's so meaningless to feel the regrets My own destination - world painted in red... Let it bleed