I'm here to cut the glass with the grass Leave my mark of blood I will From the hurt of the loss of love it's left without remorse Spilling from the innocent hearts I came to the abyss To spray and load my head with things never to happen Seaping from a cut, the blood of wicked lies Coming to show my worth and tremendous youth lost and gone I'll never find it without help or cause Imagine a love so great that you can't even bleed anymore From the joy it brought and light it showed you cry nightly Take that six times over And you'll get my love for the hate of the slut