I am a boy re-born and faceless ground into dust re-shaped and nameless brother, brother please help me up I haven't the legs left to stand covered, covered by twigs and the mud is my skeleton
And I bleed black blood and I bleed black blood I am a book barely written stacked on the shelf and forbidden mother, mother I swear that isn't my handwriting up on the wall I was alive in the deep country side but got turned around and I bleed black blood I bleed black blood
I run like a vagabond chased by the light of the moon it might be romantic but it won't be soon I sit at my throne made of stone with a curtain on rain I'm thrown by the wayside but I won't complain yeah
A harlequin a charlatan I'm whispering "where do you think you belong"? a sacrament to raise the dead hey idiot where do you think you belong? I don't know I don't knowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
