Blood
Blood on my skin and hands and nails and in my eyes as well
I'm crawling
I'm in an underground bunker with my computer-controlled flying bomb
It's numbness without end or change

You've shown your arse now
I don't want to see anyone anymore
Schools and hospitals and homes, people are worse than you think
There are people who really don't care, huh!
My naivety now
Blood on my skin and hands and nails and in my eyes as well
I try to see
Just really welcoming and really understanding, a really relaxed and open atmosphere
It's usual to put these things to one side

In my eyes and on my hands as well and in my dreams too, you'll see
The people in the house at the moment are renting
So it's all good, anytime, we can move in
Fickle, so fickle, just exactly fickle, that I can't believe

Pilgrimage, private life, mortality, deep shock felt in the body
Shot right through my sternum, bounced off my sternum, off my chest cavity
I fell, I fell and was hit and was blown down by a gale
Crawling, my hands, well, I've shown my arse now
Blood (on my hands as well)
Blood on my screen
Blood for breakfast (and in my dreams too)
I don't want to see anymore (you'll see)