Lose Composure
Isn't it strange how we view the game
Same episode in a different play
Never late to start over
Till we tear it down stop holding back
Strike a match just to step back
I would love to douse the flame that's over me
Bled Me Dry
Disarmed without a fight
In a world less sober
Discern from wrong or right
As I lose composure
Rattle the cage raise the stakes
Try to persuade to dig a grave
Barely dodged the bullet
I've got an itch I cannot scratch
Weigh the odds on the fast track
Lift the haze that makes me suffocate
Bled me dry
Disarmed without a fight
In a world less sober
Discern from wrong or right
As I lose composure
Do we wave goodbye
Or settle for eye for an eye
Eaten up inside
A safe place to hide or a thorn in my side
I'm at the gates of hell
For the breathtaking view
Staring in from the outside
Like a rag doll middle of the downfall
A know it all catastrophic pitfall
Banging my head
Banging my head
Banging my head against the wall
Disarmed without a fight
In a world less sober
Discern from wrong or right
As I lose composure
You bled me dry
You bled me dry
You bled me dry
One man's loss is another man's gain
Physically drained from the shots of the strain
Escape the waves that blind and dictate
Don't want the scars always reminding
Don't want the words always repeating
I would love to douse the flame that's over me
You bled me dry
You bled me dry
Same episode in a different play
Never late to start over
Till we tear it down stop holding back
Strike a match just to step back
I would love to douse the flame that's over me
Bled Me Dry
Disarmed without a fight
In a world less sober
Discern from wrong or right
As I lose composure
Rattle the cage raise the stakes
Try to persuade to dig a grave
Barely dodged the bullet
I've got an itch I cannot scratch
Weigh the odds on the fast track
Lift the haze that makes me suffocate
Bled me dry
Disarmed without a fight
In a world less sober
Discern from wrong or right
As I lose composure
Do we wave goodbye
Or settle for eye for an eye
Eaten up inside
A safe place to hide or a thorn in my side
I'm at the gates of hell
For the breathtaking view
Staring in from the outside
Like a rag doll middle of the downfall
A know it all catastrophic pitfall
Banging my head
Banging my head
Banging my head against the wall
Disarmed without a fight
In a world less sober
Discern from wrong or right
As I lose composure
You bled me dry
You bled me dry
You bled me dry
One man's loss is another man's gain
Physically drained from the shots of the strain
Escape the waves that blind and dictate
Don't want the scars always reminding
Don't want the words always repeating
I would love to douse the flame that's over me
You bled me dry
You bled me dry
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Writer(s): Aaron Poulsen
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