Blood, the instrument of time
The venom to your bite
Slowly decaying, perpetuating life
Recover the stride, regain the sight
Against away, echoing of pride
Your angst is your pride
To be is to live
Day in day out
Every waking day
To live is to die
Endeavors of my pain
Bleeding me dry
Faith, the bitterest of paths
Bewitching aftermath
Never gives me strength, never has my back
Weaving a tangled web, made for my death
Ripping limb from bone and tearing away my flesh
Your bone and your flesh
To be is to live
Day in day out
Every waking day
To live is to die
Endeavors of my pain
Bleeding me dry
To be is to live
Day in day out
To be is to live
Day in day out
Every waking day
To live is to die
Endeavors of my pain
Bleeding me dry