With Your Blood
With your blood, these floors were tiled.
With your blood, these frames were built.
With your blood, this mine was made.
Work all day, take no rest.
Second rate two bit junkie, is how they perceive you.
Broken down untalented swine is what they say to you.
Who are you? Why have you come? What are you going to do?
With your blood, this wall was built.
With your blood, this roof was made.
With your blood, this mine was built.
Carve your name into your skin, everyone will know who your are then.
Push the needle deeper into the vein, sit back and relapse again.
Leave your mind behind, embrace your vice.
We are all but mice.
With your blood, these pills have sold.
With your blood, this man is rich.
With your blood, this mine is built.
Fall deeper into your hole, far to low to climb out.
Flap your arms as if you had wings, keep falling about to hit bottom.
Crashing down, lost your friends.
Here comes your end.
With your blood, a dynasty is built.
With your blood, another victim is taken.
With your blood, this mine is built...