Where the Damned Bleed

It’s a quite sound that no one hears
It’s a painful sting that no one feels
It’s a waiting place that no one fears
It’s a place where no one sees
A place where the damned will bleed

So why do we cry?
Why do we scream?
Why do we run?
Why do we bleed?
I kept asking and I will wait
For what will be the fate
Of an empty soul that burns
Of knowledge that I learned

Do we cry because it’s sad?
Do we scream because we're mad?
Do we run because we can't hide?
Do we bleed because we will die?

In the end...
We will wait...
In a place where we will spend
But what will be our fate?