HOW HARD IT CONTAINS.
TO BLEED INTRUSIVE THOUGHTS.

TO CONTAIN IT'S WELL BEING, EATING IT'S CORPSE.
TO SEE THIS BROKEN SKY, BLEEDING TIGHTER IN.

NO MATTER HOW HARD YOU TRY.
TO HANDLE AND TO BEHAVE
THESE FEELINGS OF GORE AND RIPENED BLOOD.

YOU LOOK AT ME, AND I BET YOU UNDERSTAND?

...

With your organs crushed up in my hands,
i'd die for it

Waiting for the time to come by
i'd die for it

...

WITH YOUR OWN CONTORTIONS
WITH MY SAKE BEING THE ONLY ONE.

WATCHING THAT CORPSE BLEEDING DOWN.
HOW HARD YOU WANT TO KILL SOMEONE.

YOU SEE YOUR OWN STATE OF GROWTH.
WITH YOUR TURNING STOMACH IN PAIN.

...

Your lungs, turning dry and
how i'd die for it?

Losing your life
my beloved, i'd wash it away.

*long break*

Blooming, wishing a wonderful life
and how i'd die for it.

Your organs, crisping and withering
away, and we'd wash it away-

*end*