Testo Every Empty Vein

I've stained the sky in a blush of thin blood reminiscent of my insides
Pulling teeth, reflecting blinding light where the innocent reside
My cure could kill me if only I could die
Scraping flesh from bleeding gums
Exhausting every empty vein
Swallowing a bitter sleep soaking up a curse of cold
Lost in a flood that will force me into drowning
My cure could kill me if only I could die My cure could kill me if only I could die