Where, oh where,
has all the hatred gone...

Inhale, and exhale, slowly.
Inhale, and exhale, slowly...

I lay on my bed,
my head on my old pillow...

The sweet and salty tears
that run down my face...

Oh, the thoughts that
come to mind...

The Dead Sea scrolls, they say,
have so many secrets...

Do you ever think back
to the days of young...

I have risen above myself.
The places within are behind me...

I've looked into the mirror,
and seen the world beyond...

I smell blood
On the air...

Have you ever tasted blood
In a kiss...

Our son
Our brother...