Breathing in dirt has my teeth stained with blood
As I have skewered myself so many times over
A martyr in the mud finding faults in October
I choose the blood of many over the blood of one
We only find hope in the slashing of one another's throats
It stops now
I'll cut myself deep as long as you promise to sleep
thinking only of me
Never to air misgivings, a tactic of hope
It will run fast, an endless river of bile
Analyzing conditions with no reason to hold
Repulsed and scornful, yet possessing all control
We only find hope in the slashing of one another's throats
It stops now
I'll cut myself deep as long as you promise to sleep
thinking only of me
I have decided there is no control
When I've forgotten malice, that is all I've known
