Binge Lyrics

So loud
The voice
The life
I take
The sand
From ground
To hand
I make
So harsh
The noise
It soils my head
My head, my head
It hurts for miles
I can't and I won't
Be stormed and be still
From what still burns
From what I choose to kill so

Oh blood
Don't tell me what should live when
I have come from hell
And I should know what love is

Blood
Blood
Blood
Blood
On my hands
On my hands
On my hands
I did
Drugged down
In depths
Of mine
Unsolved
Inside
My child
I swept
To where
To where a w**** would ride me
Call me by my birth name
Call it, too, beside me

Oh blood
Don't tell me what should live when
I have come from hell
And I should know what love is

Oh death
Oh death
My good, sweet friend
Won't you lend your hand and
Be it gently lent when
Oh him
Oh him
When he come and went said
Won't you lend your hand then
Oh gently lance it

Don't tell me how my blood should live when
I was born here empty
When I've naught to give and

This how a war inside will find me
Ruin good, sweet friends and
Ruin digging sites

To where the w**** she rides me
Call me by my first name
Calling at my bedside

Oh blood
Don't tell me what should live when
I have come from hell
And I should know what love is

Oh blood
Don't tell me what should live
I have come from hell
And I should know what love is