White lights, Have turned to red, I am what has been bled. We are the children of the bowels, I have seen mountains, And watched them all fall. We look back to, To what we have lost, And i don't see what i ever had. Falling under, Under fate. We are the children of the bowels, I have seen mountains, And watched them all fall. White lights, Have turned to red, I am what has been bled. What has been bled.