Bleeding Artistry Lyrics

How many Times did You fall ?

How many Times was it your fault ?

Were You the only one to blame ?

Something sharp sticks out of Your back

Blood, out of the back

The aftermath of sneak attack

Scars becoming spikes

Coat covering my despairing cry

Light sting, the sages said so,

It already pierced my armor, and harmed my soul

Which was pure, and undefiled

With the dirt of everyday life

Untainted by complex, and mockery

Yielding to the weight of blades,

Invisible eyes other than mine

Blend of hatred, and self-immunity,

Some of these knives are my subsidy

The beginning of deliberation,

Eventually it will lead You to

A crooked picture of Your value

Conclusion that You have lost your armor

It's your hand, your conviction

That wounds You have self-inflicted,

Make Your weak and vulnerable,

To the stares, and judgment of others

You are an artist, a creator

Drenched in sludge, and decadence

You create a new statue, a new sculpture

Representing Your worst nightmare

The most frightening image

He looks with Your eyes

He speaks with Your voice

He deepens Your pain