All at once I find myself waking with a bruise
In a broken effort try to hold the things I'm called to lose
The sickness of my blood will leave this filth upon my hands
And I can't bleed it
I am home with darkness and with death inside my veins
And every breath you graced to me I used to curse your name
The sickness of my blood will be the wrath the I demand
And I can't bleed it out
I can't bleed it
I can't bleed it
I can't bleed it
I can't bleed it
I can't bleed it out