These veins that push blood through me,
This heart that pumps on to the key,
of the beat
These veins are my chai-ai-ains!

The brain that stresses out too much,
The hair that my fingers clutch,
these are my shackles
that keep me from immortality!

Oh yeah! Oh oh yeah!

Over the pounding rain,
My spirit is chained.
With iron cuts I run,
Away,
from,
here.

*Epic Guitar solo*

When my story will be told,
when I’m thousands of years old,
My grave will not wait,
there,
empty,
Not my theory;
No!

I will not stray to death!
I will not kill myself!

My heart is deadly weak!
And the tears on my cheek,
Proclaim the fact that,
I won’t die,
no,
I won’t cry,
no,

My veins are my chains!
They leak and burn the pain!
My wrinkles are the
guillotine!
Hey!

The bloody angels sing!
The coffin will remain,
forever until my story,
Ends.

Will you sit here and watch me,
become the shell so
hit me
out of my daze!

I will not stray to death!
I will not kill myself!

My head is aching!
Oh!

I will remain, whilst the world is drained,

by cunning fowls and
e-e-e-vil shallows,

No!
I will not contain,
my anger and my pain!

It kills me even now,
to watch you throw the towel,
into bitterness and
resentment!

You will remain with me, despite you falling shadows.
You will not die, while, I lie
here and cry!
No!
I won’t except this,
I will protect this,
ohh!

These veins are our chains, and
interesting flaws.
We must forget the world,
to break them
now.
*Guitar solo*