When you're cut, you're cut
Just like like the burns on a bun,
How its subjected to heat
And darkens
So when you're *******, you're *******,
How the sword tore your skin,
Penetrated your cloak,
And cracked your bones,
When you don't bleed,
And your eyes don't tear,
So, your heart is heavy with blood,
You are all red,
So you lack a choice but wish you were just green.