Wound Collector

I heed the urge to feed on the pain of others

Take your grief and drain it from you to me

I hear it

Your wounds they call to me

I feel it

It’s primitive divine

Looking for blood

I’ll drink your crimson tears

I will ease your mind

As I feed on your fears

Nightmares

As they rip out of you

Let them out

I’ll drink your crimson tears

I heed the urge to feed on the pain of others

Take your grief and drain it out

I smell it

Your shame, it fills the air

I breathe in, consuming and divine

Looking for blood

I’ll drink your crimson tears

I’ll erase your mind

As I feed on your fear

Nightmare

As I rip into you

Crying out

I’ll eat your crimson screams

Deep inside, in your head, controlling you

Take your blood, take your pain, all of you

Negative energy transforms

Positive attitude, something new

Your mind’s reborn

Collected

Your flesh, reborn

Your mind’s reborn

Collected

Your flesh, reborn

I know it

Your see-through flesh remains

I see it

Transforming and divine

Hunting for blood

I’ll drink your crimson tears

I will ease your mind

As I feed on your fears

Nightmares

As they rip out of you

Let them out

I’ll drink your crimson tears

Your mind’s reborn

Collected

Your flesh, reborn

Your mind’s reborn

Collected

Your flesh is reborn