| Blood stained hands
|
| Rust is eating my skin
|
| The decay is clear as day
|
| But no one sees decay
|
| They all see roses and flowers
|
| In a circle of showers
|
| The dark hour approaches
|
| In the locked mind
|
| In which no light gets in
|
| Where the red is redder
|
| Where the red gets redder
|
| Like a cut in your skin
|
| Like gravel in your skin
|
| Like a hemorrhage in your forehead
|
| Like a broken blood vessel
|
| That’s leaking out your side
|
| Like it’s leaking on the floor
|
| Like the lie
|
| Like the lie
|
| Zero gravity, I’m bleeding
|
| Zero gravity, I’m bleeding
|
| Zero gravity, I’m bleeding
|
| Zero gravity, I’m bleeding
|
| Zero gravity, I’m bleeding
|
| In eyes, in rust
|
| Decay and rust
|
| In temporary, in sickness
|
| In sickness, in sickness
|
| Who is your eyes
|
| Peel off your skin
|
| Break the sound away
|
| For another fucking day
|
| Lost nights, lost days
|
| Break away kiss the ground
|
| Sigh
|
| In faking, aching, breaking
|
| Lying in vomit and piss
|
| In the shotgun barrel we sit
|
| Wait for another thousand years to get this
|
| Kiss this
|
| Fourteen days
|
| And I lie it down
|
| And it feels so bad
|
| That you never get high
|
| Feels insane as it cuts your skin
|
| Blood and maggots crawl within
|
| A life force ends
|
| A notice on your back
|
| Right across your neck
|
| 'Cause I’m bleeding
|
| A hemorrhage
|
| In the same way
|
| You never change
|
| Same way you never change
|
| Into your pain
|
| After fourteen days
|
| A million fucking ways
|
| Sleep |