Am I infected, or am I the Living Dead?
all I know is that I feel no pain.
when I cut myself all I see is dirt,
the cadaver fumes in my veins.
I'm fuelled by the ashes, fuelled by the rust
a thousand years of septic dust!!!
I!
Don't!!
Bleed!!!
I don't bleed blood, so am I not living?
but your skin feels cold to the touch
so I'll suck you dry and return to normality
my god this trip has been so rough, too much,
ENOUGH!!!!!!!
Tell me a story, like the ones daddy did,
internal torment to this very day.
is it a figment, or am I a nightmare?
contradiction is my unspoken name.
I subsist on the tears, the saliva of youth
step inside of my bleeding booth!!!
I!
Don't!!
Bleed!!!
I don't bleed blood, I'm the unforgiven!
my skin is dry and decayed too much.
so turn your back on my living calamity,
while I sit and scream ENOUGH, ENOUGH!!!!
I crumble from the inside out
my shell cracked with age
my heart endures a living drought
but I'm alive, Alive and here to STAY!!!
I!
Can't!!
Bleed!!!
I can't bleed blood, my curse is eternal!
what you see is a monster infernal!
purge my body, my soul and mind
from this earth, forever BLIND!!!!!
Bleed