I leave this fuckin' land
Opening your magic's hands
And I'm still bleeding
You try to make me dry
You try to make me dry
And I'm still thinking
With my blood like a roof
Maybe red, maybe wet
But I'm still thinking
With my blood like a roof
Maybe red, maybe wet
But I'm still thinking
You try to make me dry
You try to make me dry
And I'm still thinking
I leave this fuckin' land
Opening your magic's hands
And I'm still bleeding
With my blood like a roof
Maybe red, maybe wet
But I'm still bleeding
With my blood like a roof
Maybe red, maybe wet
But I'm still thinking
