The taps are dripping blood

The taps are dripping blood,
Creating a massive flood.
Killing people inside,
Reminding us of those who died.

The Baisin is overflowing,
The crimson red is glowing.
It's pouring on the floor,
Flowing out the door.

It runs onto the street,
Prepared for the terrified faces it meets.
People scream and people run,
Others laugh, like its fun.

The whole town has turned red,
I'm drowing in my bed.
People are adding to the blood,
Making it more of a flood.

The taps are dripping blood,
Yes it's a flood.
The people are lying,
And now I'm dying.