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Tears Of Blood

 

Tears Of Blood

(álbum: Urban Discipline - 1992)


I sit and pick my brain each night
With an axe in my hand held tight
Bite my nose to spite my face
Killing myself, I can't escape the rat race
Wallowing in neck-deep misery
Quicksand dissent, pressure free
Deepest wounds are self-inflicted
Should I hope to be vindicted?

Always alone, society's abortion
Self-mutilation, the daily portion
Resentful past breeds hopeful future
With tears of blood, I remove the sutures
Dying inside, emotions they hide
Irreparable damage from the tears that I've cried
I climb from the sewer, the years that I have spent
Self-mutilation or my environment

Tears of blood
I cry
Tears of blood
Tears of blood
I cry
Tears of blood

Deny myself for fear of being
Is it over now, has my heart stopped beating?
Lying here just self-defeating
My mind is empty, it won't stop bleeding
Twisted anger screams my brain
Over the edge, I hang in pain
Mouth locked shut, my mind won't swallow
With tears of blood, alone I wallow

No one to blame except myself
What you call masochism, I call wealth
Maybe it's just a matter of pride
Too sweet to end with suicide

Peel the scab, pour salt in the wound
Torturing myself, I'm forever doomed
Looking east and west each and every moon
A peaceful rest comes someday soon

No one to blame except myself
What you call masochism, I call wealth
Is death life, and do we live in hell?

Tears of blood
I cry
Tears of blood
Tears of blood
I cry
Tears of blood
I die

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