Blood (Live)

In a rift
Out at sea
On my wrist
Like concrete

Self-preservation,
that's all that I ask
Noted down
Noted as

Don't save my soul
Don't make it whole
Don't take it's toll
Don't make it whole

Bad at all?
I can't tell
Just thank God
Or thank hell

It drips down my arm
With an unmoving plod
I just hope
It ain't blood

Don't save my soul
Don't make it whole
Don't take my toll
Don't make it whole



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Bispo
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