Blood on the Ground [Morning View XXIII]

I don't want to talk to you anymore I'm afraid of what I might say I bite my tongue every time you come around 'Cause blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground On, on, yeah Hand over my heart, I swear I've tried Everything I could within all my power Two weeks and one hour, I slaved And now I've got nothing to show Oh, if only you'd grow bigger than a brick wall From now on, I'm going to start holding my breath When you come around and you flex that fake grin 'Cause something inside me has said more than twice That breathing less air beats breathing you in, oh I don't want to talk to you anymore I'm afraid of what I might say I bite my tongue every time you come around 'Cause blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground, ooh Hand over my mouth, I'm earning the right to my silence In quiet, discerning between ego and timing Good judgment is once again proving to me That it's still worth its weight in gold From now on, I'm gonna be so much more wary When you start to speak and my warm blood starts to boil 'Cause seeing you is like pulling teeth And hearing your voice is like chewing tin foil, oh I don't want to talk to you anymore I'm afraid of what I might say I bite my tongue every time you come around 'Cause blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground On, ooh yeah, ha High fives to better a judgment By saying less today, I will gain more, gain more Low twos to you, my, my fickle friend, yeah You, you, you, you, you've brought the art of silent war I don't want to talk to you anymore I'm afraid of what I might say I bite my tongue every time you come around 'Cause blood in my mouth beats blood on the ground Oh, oh, yeah