Blood
    So                Much              Blood    
h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑
Echoes
Screams
And giggles
h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑
Blood curdling screams
And insane giggling
h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑
I rock
Back and forth
Back and forth
nerves racketing
Back and forth
Back and forth
h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑
Ive lost
I've lost my mind
I've lost blood
I've lost myself
I've lost
Everything

h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑h͚̖̜̍̃͐e̮̟͈̣̖̰̩̹͈̾ͨ̑͑

What is there to wait for
What is there to still exist for
The pain
The suffering

Unbearable