bleeding in the blur (live)

You're fighting over crumbs
And starving in the shit
Burning in the garden
As they watch over it

Put you out to pasture
While you're chomping at the bit
The line between art and pain
No longer exists

You're bleeding in the blur
You're dying in a ditch
Paint the picture how you want it
It's yours to make fit

I'm basking in the black on black
While you're grinding in the gray
A factory of cowards
An army of inane

Faith in numbers on the paper
The view will never change
Constructed just to fill the void
You oil the machine

You're bleeding in the blur
You're dying in a ditch
Paint the picture how you want it
It's yours to make fit

You're bleeding in the blur
You're dying in a ditch
Paint the picture how you want it
It's yours to make fit

You're bleeding in the blur
You're dying in a ditch
Paint the picture how you want it
It's yours to make fit



Credits
Writer(s): Reba Meyers, Eric Balderose, Jami Morgan, Joseph Goldman
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