A Baptism In Blood
A Baptism in Blood
When tragedy cuts clean
through your hopes and your dreams
like a razor through flesh
All that's left is a mess
Your blood pools on the floor
Taking breath is a chore
Nothing left worth the fight
We reach out to the light
In the cold grasp of hell
Should we give our farewell
To this world and this life
With the edge of a knife
All the lies that we give
for the lives that we live
With this habit we feed
We're just chasing the need
Down through the rabbit hole
At the cost of your soul
And yet, why should we care
When there’s nothing left there
With that last shred of hope
Long since traded for dope
I let out one last laugh
As I slide in the bath
With those demons at bay
The whole world melts away
And with my final breath
I'll be flirting with Death
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