Show them how to face their life in this misery.
Teach them flesh and bones:
The dreams of the deceased.

Bleed inside with thoughts of future ecstasy.
Bleed inside with thoughts of future harmony.

Carve your names in stone and pass away.
Butterflies, moths and skeletons - all these clichés!

Bleed inside with thoughts of future ecstasy.
Bleed inside with thoughts of future harmony.

The soul is the answer to all your death’s questions.
Your soul, eaten by the worms of doubt,
your mind is trapped forever in a future past.
The deceased are the ones who always last.

Stay awake; the past is where all your dreams shatter!
Stay awake; make it last till the beginning of the end!

Bleed...
Bleed...
Bleed...
Bleed...

Bleed inside with thoughts of future ecstasy.
Bleed inside with thoughts of future harmony.

The mind is the only reality of the mind:
A fleshless cage with bars of blood
to harbour your dreams of yesterday.
Contort the past and you will see the way!
Contort the past and you’ll be led astray!

Contort the past and you’ll forever stay
inside your mind with pictures of dismay!