• Hmmm, blood wine is for all,
    It picks us up whe we fall.
    And we learned to hate,
    We felt with our lives.

    You saw with eyes of feelings,
    To all you gave away with joy.
    All makes sense to none.
    You have no followers.

    It was beaming and hidden,
    Begone with our past.
    No one wants to feel again,
    With hearts so numb.
    We all gave up,
    While we were sober.

    To make bad things when alive,
    And to not care we strive.
    Strive for hope,
    And to make us feel alive.