Bleed

A week of weakness, a year of pain It's all my fault, so I can't complain With nothing suffered, there's nothing gained Doesn't mean I like my soul this stained... A week of weakness, a year of pain All this loathing in my self distain It's all my fault, leave me to the rain Maybe I'll drown and wash it down the drain... no Sing like there's nothing wrong Bring all that's going on Wring your hands: growing long Weed out the worry Screw all their ill intent Blue in the face and bent You, torn in two, as wrent Bleed out the dirty Second to second, another chance To trap myself in this dark romance Motion to motion, I do the dance Dying slowly: Every life's advance Sing like there's nothing wrong Bring all that's going on Wring your hands: growing long Weed out the worry Screw all their ill intent Blue in the face and bent You, torn in two, as wrent Bleed out the dirty Using you; Using me You sing to company Sink into; Sink in me Words sink to the empty Sing like there's nothing wrong Bring all that's going on Wring your hands: growing long Weed out the worry Screw all their ill intent Blue in the face and bent You, torn in two, as wrent Bleed out the dirty Sing like there's nothing wrong Bring all that's going on Wring your hands: growing long Weed out the worry Screw all their ill intent Blue in the face and bent You, torn in two, as wrent Bleed out the dirty