Nose Bleeder

I've got chariots where the horses lay dead
I've got a fist where your 30 dollars should have been

I threw him down the stairs,
Dixie cup nose bleeder, I know the feeling well.
Vile vail surrenders, cuts himself on a soda can
Then
Kicks it down the subway tracks.
'I don't mind the feeling of fading out'
'I don't mind the feeling of fading out'
'I don't mind the feeling of fading out'



Credits
Writer(s): Dimitri Giannopoulos
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