Bleedways
States of waste and bleedways
And your strikethrough life for right
And to what lengths to erase
Saw Raz smile at the smoky sky down on Turk and Hyde
Penny's worth, skinnier, but still alive
Rhododendron dove dome-first
I saw it all down on Hyde and Turk
She writhe and worm into that bag
And she self-inurn
Scars that taunt chains resensitized
And all your scrapes
And each new disease of our own design
States of waste and bleedways
Ride me double, dangerous
Fly right in, straight into the cyst
When you're sawn or flayed on Pierce and Haight
And you lost a day
Scars that taunt chains resensitized
And all your scrapes
And each new disease of our own design
States of waste
And to what lengths to strikethrough life
In war in caves
In words impossible to say
In ducts, in vents
In stations, in stages, in tents
We don't
We coil up
Enclose our ends, our means
We don't
We immerse instead
In hurt, embed
She said
Scars that taunt chains resensitized
And all your scrapes
And each new disease of our own design
Scars that taunt chains resensitized
And all your scrapes
We don't
We know
The real abyss is inside the shell
States of waste
And bleedways
And we erase
And your strikethrough life for right
And to what lengths to erase
Saw Raz smile at the smoky sky down on Turk and Hyde
Penny's worth, skinnier, but still alive
Rhododendron dove dome-first
I saw it all down on Hyde and Turk
She writhe and worm into that bag
And she self-inurn
Scars that taunt chains resensitized
And all your scrapes
And each new disease of our own design
States of waste and bleedways
Ride me double, dangerous
Fly right in, straight into the cyst
When you're sawn or flayed on Pierce and Haight
And you lost a day
Scars that taunt chains resensitized
And all your scrapes
And each new disease of our own design
States of waste
And to what lengths to strikethrough life
In war in caves
In words impossible to say
In ducts, in vents
In stations, in stages, in tents
We don't
We coil up
Enclose our ends, our means
We don't
We immerse instead
In hurt, embed
She said
Scars that taunt chains resensitized
And all your scrapes
And each new disease of our own design
Scars that taunt chains resensitized
And all your scrapes
We don't
We know
The real abyss is inside the shell
States of waste
And bleedways
And we erase
Credits
Writer(s): David Benson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.