I tasted blood in the Christmas morning
I prayed to God, even though I don't believe it (anymore)
I ache beyond my bones and soul
I ripped my flesh off to feed the beasts (to feed the beasts)

It's been this way for years and I've been consumed
I see no hope but my sister says: We're leaving soon
So I go on and I try to get up once again
Just to hear the sound of the war devouring the world

I have been broken since the start
No man could fix me, nothing could fill the void at all
I'm sensitive, I may don't look like it
But most things could destroy me easily

(So easy)
(So easy)