I was cleaning and burning my wounds While youve failed to turn the sun into this cold winter Just bleeding from my rotten sores Cause the blood is feeding me, I bleed the suffering Turn my soul into scars Turning every artery into dust Turn to bitterness our way of life Oh, I just breathe the air you are Breathing from these tired lungs You should taste my blood Through my infection, you will return and die Die with me, you will know the meaning of it Die with me again, you fed my scabs and my waste To bleed not to suffer, to bleed not to die! Turn my soul into scars Turning every artery into dust Can you destroy emotions with only a knife? Feed my blood to the hungry flies, will I really survive? Oh, I just breathe the air youre Breathing from these tired lungs You should taste my blood Through my infection, youll return to die To die, to die again!
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