Let It Bleed

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