I hope you bleed slow and when you bleed out you think about all the things you buried beneath the ground I wont even blink I want to watch you perish into eternal sleep watching this sadly brings a numbing feeling to what im thinking when I see you slowly bleeding

you lived fast bled slow alwayes acted off of pure impulse so close your eyes and pray for hope that ill think fast and pretend to be a hero

Its alomost over youve finnaly run out of blood you begin to get colder im getting ready to turn my shoulder no surprise the wise live to be older its too bad sort of sad im less glad then your own dad but still in a decent mood as you descend with the moon now the same color
but you still lived fast and bled slow I alwayes told you not to act of off impulse didnt want to listen and now your here bleeding fast and dying slow