| What color is blood? |
| Still the same that it was?
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| Is it still good for what it does? |
| (Bleeding)
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| Cause I’ve been needing a new vein line
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| Going from my guts to my heart to my mind
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| What’s sharp as a knife, followed me all my life
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| Waits never rests, till it eats me alive?
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| Snarlin', darlin I don’t fear nothing
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| Gushin', I can hear myself leak
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| I’m roaming outside of the signal
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| Where it slips in and out
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| Charges apply, but your heart beats louder
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| Beyond the dominion of doubt
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| Excuse me as I slip on out
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| How is agency built in a life unfulfilled?
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| Tanned slow and low in the amines of guilt
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| Hung, stretched, beaten and dried like skin
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| Smooth, new, and shiny but so paper-thin
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| What tastes like betrayal, gazes naked and pale?
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| Sneaks into you like it got outta jail?
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| The blues creeping down you from your head to your tail
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| The kind that don’t let you sing along
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| I’m listening to a different station
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| Frequent on a different band
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| Slightly harder to find but with tuning and time
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| You won’t touch that dial again
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| Excuse me as I slip on out |