Let It Bleed

Friday, November 26, 2004

Let it bleed Used
This poison’s my intoxication
I broke a needle off in my skin
Pick the scabs and pick the bleeding
And assume that it was all in vein

Popping a scab that’s never healing
It just hit me in the face
Burning bridges, So misleading
The poison’s more important now with the pain

Let it bleed
Take the red for what it’s worth woah
Watch the fire
Fill your lungs with smoke for the last time
If you feel like dying you might wanna sing

The fire department couldn’t drown the city
They didn’t even try to wash it clean
And what did you think that I was sober
For me yea cause I’m on fucking fire

Popping a scab that’s never healing
I’m proud that I kept this clean
The most that I can do for you is keep on lying
I’m tired of lying
I think I’d rather sin

Let it bleed
Take the red for what it’s worth woah
Watch the fire
Fill your lungs with smoke for the last time
If you feel like dying you might wanna sing

Ohoh you might wanna sing
Ahaha you might wanna sing
Hahah you might wanna sing
Hahahaha sing
You might wanna sing
You might wanna sing
You might wanna sing or scream at...

This poison’s my intoxication
I broke a needle off in my skin
Pick the scabs and pick the bleeding
And yeah.. assume that it was all in vein

Let it bleed
Take the red for what it’s worth, woah
Watch the fire
I’m gonna fill your lungs with smoke for the last time
If you feel like dying
If you feel like dying
If you feel like dying,
You might wanna sing
Hahaha You might wanna sing
Haha You might wanna sing


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and then there was me.
an ambitious kid wandering alone in this train wreck called life.
fascinated by inanimate things and dastardly gaps in time.
wondering why the possibility of finding happiness
seems as slim a chance as finding penguins in the dessert.
he laughs.
laughs in mockery. laughs in fear. laughs in anger.
but his favorite laughter is that which hides the gloom
which has evolved from being an acquaintance to an intimate friend.
such is the demise of an observer trapped inside a toppled box.
ensconced inside a niche of shadows,
he laughs aloud just to drown the deafening silence

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