The Bled

The air raids at night are keeping things serene The president's men are closing in on me And the crosshair grin you hold me in still does not propose an argument convincing me to shed to Devil's clothes Electrodes to spine Tonguing my wounds clean T

Stop me if you've heard this one The ransoms over, where's my cut, cut, cut, cut? Skewered on an open flame I bought you off the spit Pose for me, pose for me Paws and knees trace around the switchblade gash We're all born fresh, but now we rot, rot,

Collect your bones Man, did you hear the news? The boy's back in town And he reeks of the blues To the bitter truth. So someone spiked the drinks With bad blood tonight The venom takes control I'm kicking down the door. So fuck the invite Spare me th

Slowly we peel away the layers and the light seeps through the cracks. You whispered softly in my ear, "the birth of mornings upon us, dear", the bandages fell upon the floor. And there was no one in that room. It's quiet down the hallway where

We＇ll keep on talking this out But I＇ve already made up your mind I＇ve been trying to gnaw through my tongue To stop from confessing my crimes And this conversation is wearing me down What did my patience prove If it＇s just another bed of nails Alway

the sky blistered red, shots ring overhead i'm scaling walls that the soldiers built to muffle out your screams the message was mislacted, misconveyed, incinerated in the wake of war, just listen for the flood the arthritis in us all is choking me ou

Waiting for the sun to set my wings ablaze. The show must go on. The funeral needs a star. Tonight I have become the gossip and the choir. The useless and the used. The one who reaches for her arms. I am denial. You are the one who fell from grace fo

The signal flares will light the way to the scene of the accident, Where we'll dance like a pile of teeth in a broken mouth. Such a sick celebration. Everyone loves a fucking tragedy in epic proportions. Let's set our hearts at self-destruct. Like sc