You were cursed that morning The bed was on fire and you didn't bat an eyelid You were dazed by the smoke or something 'cause you didn't follow As I jumped from the first floor My feet in were in my stomach and my stomach in my head But from above the glass you just lit a tab To be near you is to waste away I thought it would get better But it's so cold I miss the heat from the blood in the bag Blood in the bag... Blood in the bag or blood on your hands? I hope you come back Re-root replace Reason with the ground again