Digging dirt, and rotten fingers
The smell of blood comes and lingers...

The razors are falling down my body
Cutting into every inch...

Come with us
As we wake the dead...

As the clouds pull back
Revealing blood red skies...

Lick the wounds
of an open gash...

Why does it have to be this way?
I think I'm going blind...

With out the taste
Of a broken soul...

Now its your time to feel this
This pain of eternal hurt...