Watch me bleed out until there is nothing
left inside of me.
A flood pours out and the blood beings to
seethe.
There is no turning back, you know what
you've done to me
My bleeding out, is that what sets you free?
If so, then I have a job for you-
Under the hanging tree.
They're coming for you, and they will catch
you one day you'll see.
Feeding off our body, your a monster who
disgusts me.
Blood slips onto the roots, boiling
underneath.
Now an endless hell awaits you, as far as the
eye can see.
