White lights,
Have turned to red,
I am what has been bled.
We are the children of the bowels,
I have seen mountains,
And watched them all fall.
We look back to,
To what we have lost,
And I don't see what I ever had.
Falling under,
Under fate.
We are the children of the bowels,
I have seen mountains,
And watched them all fall.
White lights,
Have turned to red,
I am what has been bled.
What has been bled.