Blood Trails-Love Like Blood

IN THE MIDDLE OF THE MAELSTROM OF THE FAST PASSING TIME NOW AND HERE WE EXIST BETWEEN THE SHADOWS OF THE PAST IN NEUROTIC LUXURY AND FROSTWORK ON OUR EYES LIKE THE HOARFROST ON A MEADOW ARE THE PLEASURES THAT WE ENJOY BUT THEN CAME DISILLUSION, A FEAR FROM YESTERDAY AND NOW YOU ARE RUNNING WITH TRAILS, TRAILS OF BLOOD TRAILS OF BLOOD BEHIND YOU WE WERE FALLING IN MADNESS WITHOUT TWINGES OF CONSCIENCE ON A SHIP OF FICTION WE ENJOY THE AFFLUENCE THE RESULTS WERE MOT HERE AND SO WE COULD NOT UNDERSTAND AND AFTER THOUSANDS OF YEARS WE AWOKE FROM THE DREAM OF LIFE BUT THEN CAME DISILLUSION, A FEAR FROM YESTERDAY AND NOW YOU ARE RUNNING WITH TRAILS, TRAILS OF BLOOD TRAILS OF BLOOD BEHIND YOU NOW WE ARE OLDER AND WE LOOK DOWN YOU FAILED THOUSANDS O YEARS TO LOOK BEHIND YOU TO AWAKE FROM THE DREAM OF LIFE, THE DREAM OF LIFE