The ideas in my mind are so clear and latent
And the smell of blood won't leave my dreams
Like an obsession to be always clean
Remembering the concert I made
Burning a b**h, the first masterpiece
Drinking some wine
The ideas are getting clear
Now I realize what I got in my hands
The mortal pen writes with ink
I write with blood
Immortalizing this gift of writing
I know how express my feelings
Tattoo art is in the skin
This one is through the soul
Three deceased I had to do
To realize that I must improve this gift
A legacy from my grandfather
Coagulated blood shows what is real
The true art of overpa**
I must go on, I have to practice
It's just the beginning of a bloody history