I tasted blood in the Christmas morning I prayed to God, even though I don't believe it (anymore) I ache beyond my bones and soul I ripped my flesh off to feed the beasts (to feed the beasts) It's been this way for years and I've been consumed I see no hope but my sister says: We're leaving soon So I go on and I try to get up once again Just to hear the sound of the war devouring the world I have been broken since the start No man could fix me, nothing could fill the void at all I'm sensitive, I may don't look like it But most things could destroy me easily (So easy) (So easy)