Binge

So loud
 The voice
 The life
 I take
 The sand
 From ground
 To hand
 I make
 So harsh
 The noise
 It soils
 My, my
 My head
 Head
 It hurts for miles
 I can't
 And I won't
 Be stormed
 And be still
 From what
 Still burns
 What I choose
 To kill
 So
 Oh blood
 Don't tell me what should live when
 I have come from Hell
 And I should know what love is
 Blood
 Blood
 Blood
 Blood
 Yes
 Blood
 On my hands
 I did
 Drugged down
 In depths
 Of mine
 Unsolved
 Inside
 My child
 I swept
 To where a whore would ride me
 Call me by my birth name
 Call it, too, beside me
 Oh blood
 Don't tell me what should live when
 I have come from Hell
 And I should know what love is
 Oh Death
 Oh Death
 My good, sweet friend
 Won't you lend your hand and
 Be it gently lent when
 Oh him
 Oh him
 When he come and went said
 Won't you lend your hand then
 Oh gently lance it
 Don't tell me how my blood should live
 I was born here empty
 When I've naught to give and
 This how a war inside will find me
 Ruin good, sweet friends and
 Ruin digging sites
 To where the whore she rides me
 Calls me by my first name
 Calls it at my bedside
 Oh blood
 Don't tell me what should live as
 I have come from Hell
 And I should know what love is