Blood is spewing from my soul
All the aching takes its toll
Like a rabbits head slowly twisting
beneath the sharp jaws of a fox
my world around me's crumbling
and I'm trapped within a box
and I'm bleeding, bleeding heavily
more blood than I've seen before.
I don't ever remember my life
being rated 'R' for gore.
But now I'm bleeding, now I'm drying,
now I'm shaking, now I'm crying,
now I'm shivering,
even quivering,
as my eyes glaze over,
I turn to glass
utter my last rasps,
and I die.