Lyrics The Lost Blood - KYTE

The Lost Blood

Bring out his skull
Preserve the smile
He swears to god
He’s flawless and
They all believe
His words and when
He falls apart
We laugh through this
Lines won’t hold
The nightmare
The new year
His knife left
Belongs here
The lost blood
He’ll hold you
The last point
We all lose
We’ll run inside
The rain blows at
Our clothes and eyes
It stings the words
I turn around
For all goodbyes
Hospital beds
And broken lives
Lines won’t hold
The nightmare
The new year
His knife left
Belongs here
The lost blood
He’ll hold you
The last point
We all lose
Arrested friends
Who take thier time
To learn their lines
And run too fast
We all comply
To make this work
Long-distance drives
Who cares for this
I forgot
The nightmare
The new year
His knife left
Belongs here
The lost blood
He’ll hold you
The last point
We all lose
The nightmare
The new year
His knife left
Belongs here
The lost blood
He’ll hold you
The last point
We all lose