Red Crimson Streaks

Red crimson streaks, pouring from my wound
Paint a picture on the floor, spread my life around the room
Pain will be my only bride, and I will be the groom

Killing myself would be all to easy
The only life I have, I plan to sell it dearly
When the blood flows hot, glides across my skin
I'm venting my soul, even as it grows dim

Like a giant circle, that will come my way
For now it's content, to let me stay
Light dances through my fingers
Plays a show before my eyes
The ground turns into a palm
In wich my body lies

Before my eyes begins a mighty show
From the day we are born
Till the day we grow old
Life is a wheel that never will slow

I bleed for the friend who can draw no more breath
I bleed for my soul my life's such a wreck
I'd bleed for religion, if I thought there was a god
I bleed for the world, it helps me stand tall

I bleed for my mother, who's tears burn like fire
I bleed for my friends and their harts that grow tired
I bleed for my brother, and what's left of his life
For the reaper who stalkes him, brandishing his knife

Like a giant circle that will come my way
For now it's content,to let me stay
Light dances through my fingers
Plays a show before my eyes
The ground turns into a palm
In wich my body lies

I see a sheet, black and lace
Draped over a coffin, set in it's place
Draw blood for tears, I cannot place