• What is it?
    This blood red paste.
    Why does it let me lay to waste.
    I've taken all I love and thrown it down a pit.
    Deep and black and full of s**t.
    I have turned to go away now,
    but it follows.
    I'm trying to go home now, but it sees.
    Don't let it make the rest of me hollow.
    I have no hands,
    I have no tongue,
    I have no soal.

    Their all watching me as I struggle.
    Acting like it's some kind of joke.
    I listen through their laughs, and I hear,
    "when it's gone,
    When it's over,
    You may die."
    but now I cling to my life so deeply,
    for I know that it's the only thing I have.
    Will you hold me close to you,
    I beg you, keep me safe.
    Let me live,
    Let me live,
    Let me live...