The Bless Of Eternal Bleeding

Indefinite beings to the non-return point or beings not completely dead
Vegetating by choice or mummified in state of perennial suffering.
Where pain's not endured but sought after with morbid perseverance just to survive.
Maybe the only practicable way to continue to survive in a world where the sun no more rises
Where motionless creatures are condemned to contemplate the nothing.

To them I speak to them I offer my demise
Once again I pray by their side
They are lost in space and time
“Shamelessly I call to thee to speak to thee our tragedy”
To them I speak
To them I offer my demise
“Shamelessly I call to thee to speak to thee our tragedy”

Once again I pray by their side
They are lost in space and time
“Shamelessly I call to thee and you'll speak my name with tragedy”
To them I speak to them I offer my demise
Once again I pray by their side and thy happy side is like suicide to me.

As a rosary recited in the opposite way
A deviate ritual perpetrated for centuries
In the day when eternal damnation was chosen
Which forces them to live with the dead
And now the time has arrived the time for me to die.

To them I offer my still life now and for always
And I offer them my demise
There's no more time to cry
I'll find my peace by their side.
Bleeding eternally.