From the heart pumps the blood,
that rushes to your head.
That reaches your face,
and turns your eyes red.
It takes all the pain,
and numbs it away,
and makes you forgett about the scars in your brain.
All the worthless emotions and thoughtless desires,
your guilt and your shame,
and your heart thats on fire!

This pointless game,
makes you go insane...
But the scars from the flames,
will never...
go...
away.

The blood from your eyes,
travels up to your forehead.
where the scar from the fight,
gushes blood that is pure red.
The thoughts still reside,
and are able to hide.
But the pain from the game,
still...
remains.

The blood from the cuts,
flows down your bruised face.
Where the tears from your eyes,
mix up and make pure hate.
It flows to your mouth,
and fuels your thoughts...
Watch out,
here it comes...
its another ...
mistake.