Taking back what you stole from me.
Wash away these memories.
Silent and proud blood wont confirm on these curtains.
Your blood my hands.
Your blood my fucking hands.
Run for the hills.
Astray from the capital.
And if you think you are alive you are better off fucking dead.
Salt my eyes in hope that I wont see your smile.
And I guess this, this will be over my dead body.