| Breathless, chasing, angry, hungry
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| Fuck this dirty, anxious, worry
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| Eating and pissing, screaming, try talking
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| Whispering 'till shutting up-climbing, keep running
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| Keep trying, buying, shoving, pushing, fading
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| Walking, stumbling, crawling, falling (fast and forward)
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| For what?
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| Bleed out and heal out somehow, with you
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| Throw away those broken past days, future worries
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| Bleed out, heal out and let go
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| Yeah let it all go!
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| The dramas, the scorched traumas
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| The long hours, the cold showers, such hopes…
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| The gulps of shit I had to fit
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| Right down my throat, still every quote
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| I wrote and practiced by rote trained me to float, to dote
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| On you throughout the years (Every quote I)
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| But still I need to —
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| Bleed out and heal out somehow, with you
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| Throw away those broken past days, future worries
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| Bleed out, heal out and let go
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| Yeah let it all go!
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| Everything in me is right in front of you
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| Does it scare you away when the night in me
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| Echoes into the light?
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| Or do you embrace it and BLEED WITH ME?
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| Heal with me. |
| Bleed with me. |
| Let go! |