Bleeding Here

Why would I go inside,
when I can stand here naked in the snow?
Why would I walk with shoes on,
when I can dance with bare feet on broken glass,
among snakes, bleeding, tired
in the gory rhythm of chaos?
And why would I clean the wounds,
when I can let them get infected and fester?

Why would I shake the worms away,
when I can let them eat their way into my brains?
Why would I heal my wounds,
when I can tear them open all over again
and let them bleed all thick, black and slow
just to see that no one cares (including me)?
Why would I stop carrying this cross
for in the end I can nail myself on it
with twelve inch nails
and scream for the Devil?
Now are you wondering how am I going to nail my right hand when the left is done?
Don’t you worry, I’ll get by with little help from my friends.

Wow! Inject me with filth; black dirt.
Infect my blood, pollute my heart.
And that’s what keeps me smiling.
…That little weird grin…

…Can’t resist the insects…
…Too many of them crawling on my skin…

Don’t mind the insects.
Don’t take a step.
Might crush some under your feet.
Just stand still.

…Just a little piece of your skin.
…A little bit deeper…
Piece by piece. Step by step.
Deeper into your flesh.
Hurts like hell, but so what?

They eat my flesh all the way till my soul.

Take it down now! Take it down now! Take it down!
Take it down now! Take it down now! Take it down!
Take it down now! Take it down now! Take it down!
Take it down now! Take it down now! Take it down!

You know these little creatures in your body
can make pretty bad damage.
It’s time to look things from a new angle
and tear down the good ol’ Tower
(built just to fall on our own necks).
Take it down!

Take it down now! Take it down now! Take it down!
Take it down now! Take it down now! Take it down!
Take it down now! Take it down now! Take it down!
Take it down now! Take it down now! Take it down!

You know these little creatures in your body
can make pretty bad damage.
It’s time to look things from a new angle
and tear down the good ol’ Tower.

Now apologise me you are messing my carpet
with the blood of your dying body.
Now pick up your stuff and bleed somewhere else.
I bleed here.