Bleed with Me

I’m trapped in a storm
I’ve adapted to the gore and the pain became the passion
There was truth in that first bar
Better believe it
No curse if I don’t write verse
I hope I have enough
Been without sleep I’m counting on killing sheep
Only (?) deep
Already I’m feeling weak
Can’t take it back
Fade to black as my hearse is
Come with me you will see
Blood will be everywhere