Bloodletting

歌词

Archaic methods transfer through well in the face of mass denial. Bitterness 

fuels the mode for the escape of mediocrity. Stepping the grate, shattered 

nerves ground down to a glass edge carrying me away. Bloodletting a favorite 

game of solitaire. A suicide mission destined to fail, a moving ladder to 

climb taking me away. I wouldn't have it any other way.