Dripping Red... Have you even once hated yourself In a way you could of no one else? A mistake here, where the blame is mine, Then again a second, third, fourth time... A twist of fate turned a twist of thought Which fun and despair to me has brought... When I find myself upon a bench At the bottom of a stinking trench... And face again my greatest fear That my hopes and dreams have disappeared And there is no one else to blame For upon myself I've brought this shame And though to others it's not seen The shame I feel is very keen For my life is held upon this land By the unseen force which stays my hand That wants to put upon the bed All my life in dripping red...