Like tears of blood that roll off your hands As if you were crying blood As if the whole world was bleeding And every person was covered in blood Like if every being was torn from above And the wounds bleed deeply, furiously, and unending Like the blank stare of a billion bleeding souls Like the wretched air that burns you like hot coals Like your soul covered with dirt and mud Like the entire world is covered in your blood
Like the stingin in your eyes, like the frozen skies Like when your eyes pop out of your head Like your fingers fall off dead Like when your back is skinned Like when the real pain begins, begins, begins