Rakta Moksha

I walk this blade for you, maybe scrape right to the truth
 With a lack of convincing proof, at least a different point of view
 Crossing the line in the sand, calloused fingers grow from scarred hands
 Gripping what's left of a man, forgetting everything I am
 Every way I take, all the mistakes I've made
 It's hard to let go
 You promised me that, you taught me that
 The paths, they turn to gold
 Like a stowaway on a ship, no map or compass in it
 Headed for some forsaken land, right off the edge and back again
 Crossing a line in the waves, storm caps blur away the face
 Drowning what's left of a man, forgetting everything I am
 Every way I take, all the mistakes I've made
 It's hard to let go
 You promised me that, you taught me that
 The paths, they turn to gold
 Bleed it away, bleed it away
 Let it sink in your wake
 Bleed it away, bleed it away
 Until a new smile finds its place