I rip out my heart of stone and hold it to my face, Wondering how I live. I bring it down smashing and severing yet another kinship but I walk away with the vitality from my adversary. Now I see red pour from my heart and I see I have new life. Now I feel the pain from your death. I raise it to the sky and I watch it as it still bleeds but now I realize that this heart is mine and now I see that this heart now bleeds my blood and I have new life. Now I see that this heart bleeds for me.