Bleed Black

I am exploring the inside.

I find it desolate.

I do implore these confines

now as they penetrate,

recreate me.

I'm hovering throughout time.

I crumble in these days.

I crumble, I cannot find reflection in these days.

If you listen, listen listen, listen close,

beat-by-beat,

you can hear when the heart stops.

I saved the pieces

when it broke

and ground them all to dust.

I am destroyed by the inside.

I disassociate.

I hope to destroy the outside.

It will alleviate

and elevate me.

Like water flowing into lungs,

I'm flowing through these days.

As morphine cuts through deadened veins

I'm numbing in these days.

If you listen, listen listen, listen close,

beat-by-beat,

you can hear when the heart stops.

I saved the pieces

when it broke

and ground them all to dust.

I know what died that night.

It can never be brought back to life

once again, I know.

I know what died that night.

It can never be brought back to life

once again, I know.

I know I died that night

and I'll never be brought back to life.

Once again, I know.

I know I died that night

and I'll never be brought back to life.

Once again, I know.

If you listen, listen listen, listen close,

beat-by-beat,

you can hear when the heart stops.

I saved the pieces

when it broke

and ground them all to dust.

If you listen, listen listen, listen close,

beat-by-beat,

you can hear when the heart stops.

I saved the pieces

when it broke

and ground them all to dust.