How much blood must be shed
Before my sleep is endless
Upward for results
Crimson scentless,
My eyelids are gaining weight
Heaven awaiting my arrival
Clouded by naivety
Taken aback by the devil\'s apprisal,
What is he trying to tell me
Why can\'t I make out the words
How is life becoming lifeless
And in the sky, there are no birds,
I start to miss their chirping
I long for the little things
Like how I could make her laugh
And she would make my heart sing,
Does she deserve to be my last thought
Before the last drop is to be dripped
Witnessing the final ripple
From my body, my soul is ripped,
I can finally hear his words
Now that the deed is done
With sulfur on his breath, he whispers
\"It\'s a long way down.... my son.\"