I've been bleeding for a long time
I lost a lot of blood
The only liquid that flows still alive
Blue, it's blue
It's ink
It's ink
So I draw and I draw
Until the next paper
Even if there's only coffins
So I draw and I draw
All the phrases to write down
That have no door to get out through
Better, I can't do better
Just the ink, the ink
Better, I can't do better
I made myself an ink of blood
Ink
I've never drawn this much yet
Never felt so jammed
(voice 1) It's my stomach that's bleeding (x2)
(voice 2) I'ts my stomach that's drawing, drawing
Images, images that are growing, growing
And phrases stay in the crib
To play with words
It's my stomach that bleeds
Those secrete images
That are crying (whispered) out secrets
These images that bleed
These images that cry
Blue I am blue
It's all the ink
In my stomach
Better I can't do better
I made myself an ink of blood
Ink
I've never drawn this much yet
Never felt so jammed
It's all the ink
In my stomach
So I draw and I draw
Until the next paper
I'm waiting for the mourning to end
It's my stomach that bleeds
It's my stomach that bleeds
It's my stomach that secretes, that bleeds
That draws images
It's my stomach that bleeds
It's my stomach that bleeds
That secretes images
images (spoken), secret images
I made myself an ink of blood
Blue, I am blue.