The heart the clot of blood
Blue veins as empty roads
leading to the wall
The black rotting wall.
The angst the unease
that incise you
At times shallow always deep
Breaking you.
Spending a lifetime hand in hand
with the silent man
Can't be strong I'm bleeding
Can't be strong I'm bleeding.
Blue veins as empty roads
leading to the wall
The black rotting wall.
The angst the unease
that incise you
At times shallow always deep
Breaking you.
Spending a lifetime hand in hand
with the silent man
Can't be strong I'm bleeding
Can't be strong I'm bleeding.