If a god can bleed, then I'll bleed you out If a god can bleed, then I'll bleed you out Like a god can bleed, then I'll bleed you out If a god can bleed, then I'll bleed you out
The news came down with the first winter rain Word on the street is there's rust on the blade Everybody knows that everybody talks Blood on the breeze draws the worms from the woodwork
They say, "God has lost his shine "Troubles red rivers lace the whites of his eyes." They laugh at your back, until they laugh at your face
'Cause word on the street is there's rust on the blade
Champagne smile with a cocaine heart Hollow in the middle and the edges gone soft If you don't stay sharp, then you just get cut Fat little piggy with his head on the block "Lost your edge, dulled your shine." "Fear runs red in the gutters of your mind." Now the laughter pours down like the cold winter rain
'Cause word on the street is there's rust on the blade
If a god can bleed, then I'll bleed you out If a god can bleed, then I'll bleed you out Like a god can bleed, then I'll bleed you out If a god can bleed, then I'll bleed you out
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