White lights,
Have turned to red,
I am what has been bled.


We are the children of the bowels,
I have seen mountains,

And watched them all fall.

We look back to,

To what we have lost,
And i don't see what i ever had.


Falling under,
Under fate.


We are the children of the bowels,
I have seen mountains,
And watched them all fall.


White lights,
Have turned to red,

I am what has been bled.
What has been bled.