Wound Collector
de Inhuman Condition
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
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