When the River of Blood Dries
When the river of blood dries
When we can't breath anymore
What do we do then
Where do we go
Who's choice is it to say it's over
Is it really the end
How can we tell
How can we truly know
Maybe we never do
Maybe everything's a lie
Does it all really end
Or does it recycle into a new
Who really knows
When the river of blood dries
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