Blood Bathing

Come sit with me
In my own blood for a while
I'll bleed out soon enough
But I die in my own freedom

By no means
Shall I forsake my reason
Paraphanalia addiction or meditation
In the dark I never sleep

Come sit with me
In my own blood for a while
I'll bleed out soon enough
But I die in my own denial

No this time I didn't make friends with a knife
Wounded by familairs to my left and right
Covered in dirty laundry the black sheep dies
Never again shall I rise to disturb comfort
At least prompt me up and burn me alive for freedom

Come sit with me
In my own blood for a while
I'll bleed out soon enough
But I die in my own denial
This time I made friends with metal and lightning