Cuts from which i
bled, shed these red tears
all before im dead
fall from my eyes, the lies and fears of the own rips and
tares from my skin and
as it bled and shed the
red tears it just came
to the owner of a new song
and who chose these rhymes
is how i chose brtween
life or death
but hey it will all work out in do time
as the blood runs down my face
and you back away as you know why in the end you will be sorry
as i come to you and ask why
well you by my grave with those cuts of red tears
but as i know you dont even care
and i come for one last huge whith
the same arms that bled red tears
for you
