: "This is just not me, at this point you see, we are finally satisfactory." Over and under and in between thoughts (Red on the walls) I'm drowning
conceal his murders the Maniac Stabs the heart Stops the flow Cleaning up the blood's a problem he Now solves Hooks through heels Hung and bled
I'm a color reporter But the city's been bled white And the doctor orders drinks all night to take away this curse But it makes me feel much worse Bled
: I accidentally touched my head And noticed that I had been bleeding For how long I didn't know What was this, I thought, that struck me? What kind
: Disconcerting feeling has opened my eyes for the very last time This faith stirs an echo I hear amongst the safe and perfect waste A slow fear still
: We From The Bled?..Oh We From The Bled?.. Quien Fue Quien Me Robo Quien Fue Quien Se Mando Si brinca Te Aguantas Lo Que Venga Si Pone De Peine En
me, you say that you cared But what you need is a billionaire You sat on your ass and now you wonder why You need some money but you bled me dry
: Sucked up eyesore bleeding you dry. Dragged down deep, gut fuck breakdown. Bled dry. Take you and use you, lose you I forget you. Side on swallow
born of the Earth. Wait, I know this pain isn't OK. It reeks of decay but deep in the dirt the fire still burns. Bled dreams lost and obscene. Visions
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your dead soul a new victim I now crave to control my lust for death I cannot fulfill sliced the throat from ear to ear bled to death the carnnore
battle if this caved in beneath you Weve done it on our own All the years of bleeding Weve done it all alone Now you will bleed for me Its a war We have
hold, I take the hold Mindlessness, it's mindlessness It's mindlessness, it's mindlessness I bled for days, I bled for days I bled for days, I bled for
we'll keep on talking this out but I've already made up your mind I've been trying to gnaw through my tongue to stop from confessing my crimes and
Someone go for help, she's not getting up. The cardboard spine has buckled under the extension of her wings. It took my breath away. She fell for years
The signal flares will light the way to the scene of the accident, where we'll dance like a pile of teeth in a broken mouth. Such a sick celebration.
Spike the I.V. with kerosene as insects halo an open wound. They flutter death threats in morse code and old habits are exposed. Secret handshake decapitation
The telephone swallowed the child This is the last time I say your name The crackle and hiss from the walls You smile like a catholic in heat Just don
