I bleed demons...

In the summertime.

Time is running out...

For me when it's mine...

Only when it's mine.

I crave hearts...

With no balance in the summertime...

Humidity causing humility for humanity...

This is what you're telling me...

When I look up...

I see a window.

Foggy from the breath of many tortured.

Baby come to thee.

Let's be honest and see...

The light with the Jabberwocky.

I believe it saw me...

And caressed me...

In a white field of plains and grains...

No more pain...

No more, no more...

No more pain,

And no more shame.

Oh...

I bleed demons...

In the summertime.

Wish the cold would freeze me in time...

Cause I can still hear the wind chime...

All day and all night...

And I feel trapped all the time because...

I bleed demons...

In the summertime.

There is no winter time...

Spring has come and gone...

It got shot...

Locked from my eternity...

The leaves that turn to full green.

The breath of fresh air...

Where I can sit in my chair...

Rejuvenate.

But now I disintegrate...

Withered from my family...

Blossoms falling from my apathy...

It's telling me...

"You're not ready for this woe."

"You're not ready for this to go"

"You're not ready for the clashing souls..."

"That breath in your sympathy..."

...

I bleed demons...

In the summertime.

My shirt covered in sorrow...

I don't even wish for tomorrow.

Another hand I could use to borrow...

But all of them turn to charcoal...

Splashing in my ashy hands...

Winds brush my face with it...

...

Hey...

As the sun goes down...

Blood still stains me now...

I want that aurora to come down...

Oh, come down.

And dance with me now.

It won't be any different from the devil's horns.