Blood Red And True

Blood red and true

The mind this time and awaiting end faint as it is

Only her voice remainds

In this desert hollow echo of surrogate ritual

Lies must forge on

Destination unclear

Through kill to win anything

Blood red and true

Kill for non-fiction

Through moving up to this bottom

Grant me down here

All falsehood and plague

What's left of ritual

The thousand times you die

This plan, this time

The thousand times you die

This pain, this time

The thousand time you die

This pain, this time

Desert echo this plain

What's left of ritual?

Desert echo