Friday, September 17, 2010

Song: Bleed in, Bleed out

I began to try and change to hold your lips together
Breathe in and forever
But soon your blood starts to croak
As I’m sleeping in your bed
Just come home to slit my throat
And let my bleeding splattered, tattered, and raspy death be known

As I hold the lies of last night
I’m dreaming of our last fight
You’ve met me down this road
Afraid to see the world as the light of desperate change

I think I’ve been told
Too many times
Of crazy indentured souls
That seem to…
Hold!(That seem to hold!)

Then we find a straw hat
It’s headed to the shack
Full of meaty, slithering folks
I’m tired and greedy, I need an artichoke!

Gasp for the air!
Breathe in the satire laughter!
Rasp! Just keep me from love!
I’m tired and dead as a cold, bloody, person!
Waiting for the end of this single note

As I hold the lies of last night
I’m dreaming of our last fight
You’ve met me down this road
Afraid to see the world!(I’m afraid to see the world!)
As the light of desperate change

I think I’ve been told
Too many times
Of crazy indentured souls
That seem to…
Hold!
Our final prayers have gone
And I’m finally awake
To sense the smell of air…that holds my. Dear. Soul.

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