P/Palehorse/South London, Where Dreams Are Allowed To Breathe
I want to bleed from my nose I want tears to fall from my eyes I want spit to drip down my chin I was fast asleep until my eyes opened I used to breathe deep but recently it's mostly grasping for air I used to love with ease, but that's near enough broken
I hate myself I want blood to run straight from my nose and I want the bile to flow from my mouth I want it from my mouth
I want skin to fall from my flesh I want bones to snap at the joint I want lungs to give up I want guts pulled from my fucking throat I want blood to bleed from my nose I want bones to snap at the joint
skin falls from the flesh bones snap at the fucking joint
goodbye to all my friends go make your beds pride has turned on itself so go catch your fucking death farewell to my friends carve your blackened caskets
it's your family, it's your life the tears have opened my eyes
death has opened my heart and eyes to the worthless children, who fill their time thinking there is a purpose I want blood to bleed from my nose until the passengers complainTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
