I see blood in my hands
It makes it hard to understand
It was beautiful at the firsthand
Dead and red in the sand
I Paint my face with blood
Killing is another type of love
They scream to go up above
This blade in them I shove
Your eyes open to a reality that seems broken
You've awoken around you but none has spoken
You stare at a blood-red ocean with no motion (1:18)
You feel no emotion the worlds only notion
So I lick this blood in my hands
The only thing we understand
I see blood in my hands
The only thing we understand
I see blood in my hands
It makes it hard to understand
It was beautiful at the firsthand
Dead and red in the sand
I Paint my face with blood
Killing is another type of love
They scream to go up above
This blade in them I shove