here's blood on the side of the mountain. There's writing all over the wall, shadows of us are still dancing in every room and every hall. There's snow falling over the city, you thought that it would wash away.
The bitter taste of my fury… And all of the messes you made. Yeah, you think that you got away. But I'm in the trees, I'm in the breeze, my footsteps on the ground… You'll see my face in every place.