Your blood was the one in the Mirror
The one dripping its way down the wall
The drops that would soon touch the floor
Adventuring each bottomless hole between

Halls fill with this precious gift
That have somehow escaped through your skin
Could it have something to do with me?
Show me your arms, your body, why yes! It was me

Screaming you are, wonder why so pale and helpless?
Was it not pain you sought out of life
Was it not you who chose to live for misery
And to be like your greatest idol Jesus Christ

Decorated with Nails

Go bleed now, beg for the relief of death
For that would be a waste to let you die
Now taste life's greatest gift, pain
I shall never release you from this life