the more i bleed..
the more you drink,
I ain\'t no Christ- what are you drinking for?
pity? misery? love?
if i fall, i won\'t ever rise!
it\'s a personal choice..
the more i bleed, the faster grapes dried up:
getting harder to be peeled,
easier to get drained!
keep drinking, oh for the skies love keep drinking!
until there\'s nothing but dust and seeds.
plant me in a hospital garden...
and peel off every single falling grape!
before it\'s summer, and it\'s too late,
before i bleed too much.
\'cause the more i bleed...
the more drunk the world become.