Venenum Tu Cruor

Venenum Tu Cruor

We are drinking venom (poison) and blood like wine
It's a feast for only the divine
The beauties and the Beasts
And to say the least
It will make you want to die

It will open your eyes
And show you how all your lives
Are nothing but lies
They put smiles on your faces
By stitching them up
And they're lining you up
Just like pawns of a game
Everybody's life is just the same

Poison and Blood
We've collected from our lives
All the times we have bled
And all the reasons we've cried
We're using our voice to reach to the skies
But when nothings there we fall back and die

We're killing ourselves with our own memories
When we think how our lives could have been a breeze
We punish ourselves over things we've done wrong
When we really could have done nothing at all
So to our dismay we re-open the wound
And drink up the blood
That runs out to soon

We are turning into the animal
And going into the forest
Were the queens and kings
Are leeches and flies
And they drink themselves dry
From morning to night
And they laugh and they cry
And they live and then die

Why is the world so grey outside
Its as if it has some time to bide
When in reality our lives are flashing by
The contradiction that is our lives
Life's pretty ugly
And deaths even better

Poison and Blood
We've collected from our lives
All the times we have bled
And all the reasons we've cried
We're using our voice to reach to the skies
But when nothings there we fall back and die

We're killing ourselves with our own memories
When we think how our lives could have been a breeze
We punish ourselves over things we've done wrong
When we really could have done nothing at all
So to our dismay we re-open the wound
And drink up the blood
That runs out to soon

The nails on the chalkboard will wake you up
and welcome you to
Immortality
Where the forest is dark
And the day is bright
And the blood thirsty wolves run into the night

But during the day
Is when the little children play
Without worries and free
They can't clearly see
How horrid life can be
And when it starts to show its face
They run and hide
All safe inside
With nothing more to worry

Poison and Blood
We've collected from our lives
All the times we have bled
And all the reasons we've cried
We're using our voice to reach to the skies
But when nothings there we fall back and die

We're killing ourselves with our own memories
When we think how our lives could have been a breeze
We punish ourselves over things we've done wrong
When we really could have done nothing at all
So to our dismay we re-open the wound
And drink up the blood
That runs out to soon

But one little child is left outside
Curious and open like an old fable book
He smiles with nothing to hide
But his innocents was took
Once he entered the forest to take a look
That loomed in the night, calling, like an old light house
But it spat him back out in the dark and now
He's frozen alive all alone outside

Poison and Blood
We've collected from our lives
All the times we have bled
And all the reasons we've cried
We're using our voice to reach to the skies
But when nothings there we fall back and die

We're killing ourselves with our own memories
When we think how our lives could have been a breeze
We punish ourselves over things we've done wrong
When we really could have done nothing at all
So to our dismay we re-open the wound
And drink up the blood
That runs out to soon

Like the mighty Roman gods
We drink from great goblets
of bone and valuable things
And the blood will flow
Like great rushing rivers
And we'll drown people in their own pain
It's entertainment you see
And with no company
How else do you spend free time

We drink and we droll
And when it's all gone
We go back home
For the forest you see
is indeed
Just a cluster of lies

Poison and Blood
We've collected from our lives
All the times we have bled
And all the reasons we've cried
We're using our voice to reach to the skies
But when nothings there we fall back and die

We're killing ourselves with our own memories
When we think how our lives could have been a breeze
We punish ourselves over things we've done wrong
When we really could have done nothing at all
So to our dismay we re-open the wound
And drink up the blood
That runs out to soon