| So much to say, don’t know where to start
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| I bared my heart to the bears
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| Then buried it in the barracks
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| In the most barren part I could bare
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| I’m Baron Blood, Lone Wolf and Cub
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| Barely inspired by swollen cuts
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| They’ll soak it up I’ll sulk in ruts
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| This attitude just won’t adjust
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| We go for broke cause we’re broken
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| Light hurt my eyes so I sewed em shut
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| Pearl inside but won’t open up
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| Turpentine in that ocean front
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| Let’s burn alive 'til the smoke erupts
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| Turn the skies into poems
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| Once I paint my paper thin vacant skin
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| And get estranged again
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| How strange it is how strangers live
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| Their wrists injected with save-me-quicks
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| I risked my neck then they strangled it
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| Irises left in my tangled limbs
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| Mangled by my state of mind
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| Dangled by widow’s spiderwebs
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| Anchors tied to my ankle sides
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| Halos lie where those liars slept
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| Let’s walk to where all the Angels hide
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| Kill a cherub, call it angelcide
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| Why sell him a fate, of a lake of fire
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| I’ll self-immolate those flames are mine
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| They take a tithe, we pay the price
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| Want my advice? |
| Don’t want a vice
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| Save us from our saviors
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| When they sanctify the same they curse
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| They say we’re born alone we’ll die alone
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| I say it’s worth it for tonight alone
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| Sometimes I feel like I’m kaleidoscope
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| Alkalines collide inside I feel like I’m kaleidoscope |