“There’s nothing like a trail of blood
to find your way back home.”
Here I stand on the dusty door-step
Listening the silence
My head’s bowed down
And my spirit – broken.
I ran away to feel the freedom
To see the world in full,
But I just made it to the purgatory,
Met only demons on my way.
I ran away from you while bleeding
I’m coming home ‘cause I am dead.
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