I wanted him to bleed

 When I went out on the night

 

air chilled with fright  

there was a tramp 

and a blade

 

The steel in my pocket

The beggar drunk and rude

 Begging for pittance

 

Threatened by fear

I violated him deep

Penetrating his left eye

 

I wanted him to bleed 

but I did not want him to die 

 

When I went out on the night 

I visited my favorite grave

 

The air chilled with fright

The dead were there 

And they started to rise

 

One grabbed my foot

 

Gripped by fear

 I began to cut

 

In pain I hear a scream

It was mine, I began to bleed

Off came my leg

Just below the knee

 

Cold and in fear I began to cry

I wanted to bleed 

But I did not want to die

 

I wanted that bum to bleed

 but I did not want him to die 

when I stabbed him in the left eye

I did not mean for him to die

 

I cut off my own leg

below the knee

attacked by a zombie

I wanted to bleed 

but I did not want to die 

I wanted to bleed

 but I did not mean to die