The knife cuts the warm flesh. 
A cry, bloody cry. 
An already long time routine. 
Machines bring the daily noise. 

A sound of thousand victims. 
A sound of death. 
There's no one in the dark. 

Thousand litres of blood. 
Running every day. 
Thousand souls. 
Sent away... 

I WON'T CLOSE, CLOSE MY EYES. 
I CAN SEE, I CAN SEE.