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Bloody Poetry

 

Bloody Poetry

(Album: Together / Apart - 2011)


I guess it started when the lights went out
And everybody started running round in circles trying to figure it out
I could feel it
Wedged in my ribs it felt freezing
As my cold air blew out
Dance through the evening, paranormal
Slowly being called to the green
Where the ghosts gather nightly and sell the devil their dreams, I observe
Hails from the other side of the curb
Hold the concrete notepad
Scribble down my words in the limelight
This is what it's like to bleed ink
Put yo fingers in it paint me a picture of what you think
Make it beautiful and make it look like love
Make it hang from the heavens
Make it break my trust
Make it real, make it dangerous
Make it out of the rust and make it passionate and impossible to touch
It's forever, slowly resurrected from the dust
When you understand it's everything inside of you, it's us.

[Hook:]
You're all I've ever known
Just come to my sleep, you always got me running home
Handful of roses
You're my blood and brittle bones,
My soul an open throne.
You're all I know.

I've spoke a whisper in the dark one night
Watch it take form in front of me and mimic my life
It seemed natural especially watching it's last breath like poetry
Watch as it clung to it's own chest with a smile
Made out of broken pieces of tile
You can see the thoughts running, chase em around for miles
If you want it, people say that old road is haunted
If you travel on it long enough you'll never get off it
You believe it cause everything is skewed when you see it
Then you process automatically, think that you feel it
And automatically sticks to the brain when the truth of it
Is standing outside, playing cards in the rain
You will never beat the game it plays
You can only turn around and lick the blood from your own switchblade
It's forever, slowly resurrected from the dust
When you understand it's everything inside of you.
It's us.

[Hook 2x]

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