The Blood Red

alone in a world of murders.
the only prey,
maybe its time i run.
but my feet wont move,
and my bodys twisted in the middle
of this painful parade.
so it hurts just to stay awake.
yeah every bone is broken
and my limbs are piled in shape
that if you look at me in one direction
ill come out a different way
masked leader in a march till the end,
the devil twirls his baton,
and hands me another glass.
most say the glass is half empty,
but i never had a glass at all.
intwewoven in my skin,
the blood red goes down and down my love.
decieve my mouth, just one night,
and it goes down and down.