Come to me, poor aching child, and tell me of your sorrow
Tell me the tales of your weeping woe, and I’ll whisper softly sweet hopes of tomorrow
We all bleed red

Pour unto me your pain and your grief
For I have never heard a melody so bitter-sweet
We all bleed red

Every tear that is dropped I dutifully collect
Each spot of blood on the floor a sin I could not correct
We all bleed red

Now let me speak, young child, of times I have seen
Let me show you a future that once could have been
We all bleed red

I have tried to warn you, but it seems none have learned
The tragedy you invite living a life you’ve not earned
We all bleed red

Shed now your skin, you poor wretched creature
And look underneath, to your most similar feature
Don't you find,
We all bleed red?