Held you close, you ran away With him from the realm of silent bells Realism the razor cut away Held you close, your eyes seemed frozen Weren't blank Young hope met the river Auricles torn off Slaughter's need full of the pain On muddy clothes Are bits of him Flesh is damp red A knife made his day It's over for you Beneath the leaves Flesh is damp red A knife made his day White skin - for him just leather Had never ever felt alive Until he first stung your life White skin - for him just leather Had never ever felt like that Until he first stung your life Your eyes open wide Seemed they were not blank (He) closed them shouting loud Turned them into black Your eyes open wide Seemed they were gonna blame Your eyes open wide Seemed they were not blank Your eyes open wide Seemed they were not blank Turned them black On muddy clothes Are bits of him Don't let him stay Bullet in his head