Ad Infinitum - Ghosting

Blood on the floor, Blood from the ceiling

Blood on the door, Bloody my feelings

Blood on my mace, Blood in the air

Blood on my face and blood in my hair

No tears anymore, I won’t cry no more

I will do my best and I will kill the rest

I ate the soil and I ate the grime

I couldn’t feel and I could see

Blood is my dust, Blood is to rust

Blood are my words, Blood from my corpse

Blood in their eyes, Bloody their ashes

Blood in my eye and Blood are their cashes

Blood my rage, Blood through my brain

Bloody my hate and Blood in the rain

Well, I’m so happy and I feel pretty

I don’t cry, I feel so fine

Sweet confusion steer my reflections

Living to die, die to live

I will win…