See inside me?
Day after day, the razor’s bleeding me,
The butcher with his silver axe, loves me, spills the red, and
his fatigued smile frightens me-
The curtain's been down, I can’t say for long,
Soon the priest in him, with impure hands, with eyes closed
do the rituals, I do the begging.
The fire around, smoke’s my company
I see the deadly veins on his head, squeezing my inferior words,
Dim light awaits an overture, but
all is blood whispering my name.
Will the principles lead him to immortality?
I beg my flesh to rot!
Will the curse wolf down- a many souls?
I beg for a dead heart!
The pantheon will continue to see the blood rain,
till I rise again,