He needs to see he cannot live on air it seems, on dreams it seems
His stinking thoughts turn violently
into nasty sounds, endless grounds
He needs to see the floor has been moving and crumbling
And shattering, scattering blood apart, love apart and all apart

And still he's looking for a sign
And still he's praying for the sky
And still he's looking for a sing
Again he gives in... and cries

History my root and my past is gone
And patiently, I'm waiting here
He needs to bleed to be asure of superficial shiny friend
He takes the knife self-assured, it's shining bright, he's satisfied
You'll need to bleed to make me glad, he said and cut her throat
You'll need to bleed to make me glad, make me glad make me glad

And still