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This song is about how people will bring up old memories and it kills them inside. |
Venenum Tu Cruor We are drinking venom (poison) and blood like wine It's a feast for only the divine The beauties and the Beasts And to say the least It will make you want to die It will open your eyes And show you how all your lives Are nothing but lies They put smiles on your faces By stitching them up And they're lining you up Just like pawns of a game Everybody's life is just the same Poison and Blood We've collected from our lives All the times we have bled And all the reasons we've cried We're using our voice to reach to the skies But when nothings there we fall back and die We're killing ourselves with our own memories When we think how our lives could have been a breeze We punish ourselves over things we've done wrong When we really could have done nothing at all So to our dismay we re-open the wound And drink up the blood That runs out to soon We are turning into the animal And going into the forest Were the queens and kings Are leeches and flies And they drink themselves dry From morning to night And they laugh and they cry And they live and then die Why is the world so grey outside Its as if it has some time to bide When in reality our lives are flashing by The contradiction that is our lives Life's pretty ugly And deaths even better Poison and Blood We've collected from our lives All the times we have bled And all the reasons we've cried We're using our voice to reach to the skies But when nothings there we fall back and die We're killing ourselves with our own memories When we think how our lives could have been a breeze We punish ourselves over things we've done wrong When we really could have done nothing at all So to our dismay we re-open the wound And drink up the blood That runs out to soon The nails on the chalkboard will wake you up and welcome you to Immortality Where the forest is dark And the day is bright And the blood thirsty wolves run into the night But during the day Is when the little children play Without worries and free They can't clearly see How horrid life can be And when it starts to show its face They run and hide All safe inside With nothing more to worry Poison and Blood We've collected from our lives All the times we have bled And all the reasons we've cried We're using our voice to reach to the skies But when nothings there we fall back and die We're killing ourselves with our own memories When we think how our lives could have been a breeze We punish ourselves over things we've done wrong When we really could have done nothing at all So to our dismay we re-open the wound And drink up the blood That runs out to soon But one little child is left outside Curious and open like an old fable book He smiles with nothing to hide But his innocents was took Once he entered the forest to take a look That loomed in the night, calling, like an old light house But it spat him back out in the dark and now He's frozen alive all alone outside Poison and Blood We've collected from our lives All the times we have bled And all the reasons we've cried We're using our voice to reach to the skies But when nothings there we fall back and die We're killing ourselves with our own memories When we think how our lives could have been a breeze We punish ourselves over things we've done wrong When we really could have done nothing at all So to our dismay we re-open the wound And drink up the blood That runs out to soon Like the mighty Roman gods We drink from great goblets of bone and valuable things And the blood will flow Like great rushing rivers And we'll drown people in their own pain It's entertainment you see And with no company How else do you spend free time We drink and we droll And when it's all gone We go back home For the forest you see is indeed Just a cluster of lies Poison and Blood We've collected from our lives All the times we have bled And all the reasons we've cried We're using our voice to reach to the skies But when nothings there we fall back and die We're killing ourselves with our own memories When we think how our lives could have been a breeze We punish ourselves over things we've done wrong When we really could have done nothing at all So to our dismay we re-open the wound And drink up the blood That runs out to soon |