My life is blood so jaded
What will it take to bring me round?
I feel so ulcerated
I will let nothing touch me now
These wounds of mine will take an age to heal
Longer, if i can't tell what's real
I'm filled with things that i used to feel
We'll make you ready, make you ready to kill
A lust as pure as the driven snow
Burning deeper in this hell below
I'm filled with things that i used to know
We'll make you ready, make you ready to kill
My life has long departed
What will it take to make me smile?
Action and reason parted
Through broken glass i walk an endless mile
With all best will and good intention
Left aside the road to rot
The pain descends without pretension
The heart so dark deserts me not