(Verse 1)
Story makers seem to be telling the truth
When i spoke enough of dreams
It could be just real
This headlining news makes me wanna scream
But it could be more than living in vain
In my vains feel as a rush of flow of killness
Nothing is supposed to be in my way of blocking blurtness

(Chorus)
Of a direction of blood makes history
History just turned the past of my mind…of my mind
Controling my blood is total nightmare
That i can't sleep with enough time of waste
Of your direction of blood makes history
Blood is a form of art
Even you think i'm a bit of a wrecking storm
I don't think blood makes history
When you make up a past like that

(Verse 2)
Talking in shit that i don't care
With a draw of red paint figures of my outline
I don't need one of your dues to cover
Maybe your covering the stain of blood
Walking in circles to think that i'm not forgotten
You had a stare of evil from my past
Like i'm her but in a different tone
If i'm with her it could be powerless
What makes blood into history

(Chorus)
Of a direction of blood makes history
History just turned the past of my mind…of my mind
Controling my blood is total nightmare
That i can't sleep with enough time of waste
Of your direction of blood makes history
Blood is a form of art
Even you think i'm a bit of a wrecking storm
I don't think blood makes history
When you make up a past like that

(Verse 3)
Smashing things like your hotel room
Wondering why you feel irritating
It never had an experience of showing these two
Make you a part of this blood turn is to history

(Guitar Solo)

(Chorus)
Of a direction of blood makes history
History just turned the past of my mind…of my mind
Controling my blood is total nightmare
That i can't sleep with enough time of waste
Of your direction of blood makes history
Blood is a form of art
Even you think i'm a bit of a wrecking storm
I don't think blood makes history
When you make up a past like that