There is no good place
You can cut your face
Where the blood won't stop flowing
These marvelous crimson drops
Your fingers can't clot
As your panic starts growing
But let's just stand here and bleed
And watch where it's going
This trickle that turns into a creek
And builds to a flood
And leaves you floating in the mud
What does it want
Loosed monster crying child
But to consume this world
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