1 drop, 2 drop, 3
I love to see the red dripping
It drips down my sleeve
It drips, never ending
4 drop, 5 drop, 6
I search for a sharp stick,
To poke the tree
That i call my body
7 drop, 8 drop, 9
I wish I were out of time,
Because myself have created a crime,
A crime of hatred upon my eyes
10 drops,
And my heart stops,
I'll finally be set free
From this thing called reality
