Drip, Drip, Drip Is it me, or can you hear that too? Blood, tip tap, tip tap, dripping intently on you Like a bloody butchered carcass Glaring into the eye of the abyss What is this?
Drip, Drip, Drip I cannot, but only look around To find that everything, but my blood is bound My life siphons from my skin Its only now, that I can see your evil within. What did I do?
Drip, Drip, Drip The eyes, failing, but not to see your grimace So is this it? This is your solace. To witness the innards of my flesh Its only now, that...