Everything is rags and there's nobody to blame but me

And it would be so easy if there was noone to hurt but me

But now everything that I do coming out of me

will just tear through you

In and out of you

up and down your life like a curse



(So that when the sun bursts,

When the rain falls, when the wind blows,

I rip through your heart. On a horse called Nightmare,

bucking and spitting, I ride to your house



In the home of Bluebeard, blood flows as red as any flag

Death cries