Like tears of blood that roll off your handsnAs if you were crying bloodnAs if the whole world was bleedingnAnd every person was covered in bloodnLike if every being was torn from abovenAnd the wounds bleed deeply, furiously, and unendingnLike the blank stare of a billion bleeding soulsnLike the wretched air that burns you like hot coalsnLike your soul covered with dirt and mudnLike the entire world is covered in your bloodnnSomething dreadful, something painfulnSomething evil, something uglynSomething wicked, something wretchednSomething horrid, something morbidnnLike the stingin in your eyes, like the frozen skiesnLike when your eyes pop out of your headnLike your fingers fall off deadnLike when your back is skinnednLike when the real pain begins, begins, beginsnnSomething dreadful, something evilnSomething wicked, something horridnSomething hurtingnSomething bleedingnSomething bleedingnSomething bleedingnSomething bleedingnnBlood, Blood, Blood