These walls are a secure gate
We have not been here since last state
It is the blood that forever flows
Within the river no one knows

Ride above highs and under lows
Silence is where the wind blows
How fortunate it is to be someone
Who stands firm beneath the burning sun

Who cares if I eat too much
It is the blood within my touch
My mind is still, yet running fast
Made to be a lone outcast

Lay me down to go to sleep
The wormhole's becoming much too deep
At least I have not drawn a dud
Had I, I would have extracted blood

Instead I will concentrate
On winning this long debate
About how one should listen to hear
Whenever the thickest of blood is near

Connect all the dots together
Then polish it to shiny leather
Need to stay strong through each birth
So our blood can remain on Earth.

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