I'll cut myself open,
So that you can read me
And stretch my wound wide
Are you sure you can see?
Blood never lies
And I won't deceive you
Open your eyes
And feast on the sight of the truth
Let the blood flow, let the words go
I won't make it any clearer than that
If you don't understand me
Or can't comprehend me
Here's a pearl for swine:
I bleed in a rhyme
I'm afraid I might die out here
I want to bleed for you
I want to bleed for you
I want you to bleed for me too
Bleed for me too. Like I for you
Where is the line that divides
Fiction from lies?
Blood floods over both of these,
Makes them small, like two drops in the seas
I get so tired of being lied to. Don't you?