No tittle

Press your lips
to these scars
tast the pain
hiddin in my heart

Hold on tight
don't ever let go
wrap yourself
in this blood of mine

safe and warm
memories of the past
taunting your mind
on this journey

Look forward
but don't be the first
to let it go
hold the knife

Stand your ground
show them the cuts
death in your hand
one single mouvement