Every Empty Vein

I've stained the sky in a blush of thin blood
Reminiscent of my insides
Pulling teeth, reflecting blinding light
Where the innocent reside

My cure could kill me if only I could die

Scraping flesh from bleeding gums
Exhausting every empty vein
Swallowing a bitter sleep, soaking up a curse of cold
Lost in a flood that will force me into drowning

My cure could kill me if only I could die
My cure could kill me if only I could die

It doesn't matter whether it's black or white
Or if the sun is shining or if it's pouring rain
It's all blackness
It's very difficult to put into words
I was only saying this place called hell
Where bad people go after they're dead, after they die
The worst part about hell is not the flames
It's the hopelessness
I'm so desperate to go home
And I think that is the part of hell
That a person really tastes



Credits
Writer(s): William Scott Putney, Gregory James Thomas, Brendan Jospeh Murphy, William Paul Rymer
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