Let it rain.
Let it fall.
Let the blood flow down the walls.
Let the pain.
Let the call.
Let it all begin to pour.
Feel the hate.
Feel the vein.
Feel the overwhelming shame.
Feel your slate.
Feel your brain.
Feel it twist, contort and sprain.
Feel the joy.
Feel the blade.
Feel the gore build with no aid.
Feel your life.
Feel your strife.
It all began with just a knife.
