You see, blood's like sweet wine,
When it's spread in the wind,
On the tongues of hungry wolves.
Blood's the best tool for artists,
For the mad men who hold the tools that drew this fractured image with green edges
Blood is the best dye.
It stains the last space of white
In my once sane mind
You see, blood is a wailer
It screams at you all night
While you dine and right before you die
You see, Steve.
Blood is a reminder,
That nothing is okay;
That the very thing that runs in your veins.............
Can be on the floor, just cause...