"Gushing like a waterfall
Falling like a tree
Crashing to the cold hard ground
With it dragging me
It's crimson shade so beautiful
So innocent and pure
So free, untamed
Nothing bad can become of it, of that I'm sure
A release that is all
Let it go and I'll be free
Hold my arm, hold the knife
Let it slice into me"
What a frightful dream that was
Who was the boy with black hair?
The boy who said those frightful things
The boy who committed those horrible sins
He cut himself
He laughed
He wasn't scared
For his body he never cared
For his body he never cared I say
Did you hear me?
For his body he never cared
Listen well so that you care
Don't hurt yourself for a release.
The boy with the black hair and the white jeans never cared for his body
The boy with the black hair never cared for his mind
He only cared about a release
A release now he will never truly find.
Care about your body, care about your mind. You'll find the release one day.
