Chokebore - Bad Things lyrics

Motionless, slow and melted, tilted downward like a dying bird. Is anybody here? Her nose was bleeding red like gunpowder. I have seen the wind blow through her. The people in here are sick and cold. Motionless wearing strange wings, doing bad things, dripping wet like gla**. Are you hearing this? But if I wait and come inside you will you let me back tomorrow. Is anybody home at all?