The Bled

I Don't Keep With Liars Anymore


I see right through you when you sing it back to me.
I read the fine print and I saw you staggering.
Regurgitate the shit you find in the dirty dreams of a rapist's mind.
Congradulate the corpse you drag, put the money in the body bag.
Right in front of us.
The stop and start machine.
You've been singing with the liar's tongue.
With every crippled word you said to me.
With every fractured breath and broken glare you were pawning off your babies' debt with a cold paycheck.
Abandon what you built.
Repair your hope with guilt.
There's nothing left here to suffocate.
With razor wire arms, you reach and miss the throat.
There's nothing left to love about this city anymore.
The politics and the hired whore.
Now.
Save your breath.
Now.
Into your mouth.
Did this to yourself.
You can't repair the punctured lung.
Secrets seep through the stress cracks.
Shut your mouth.
I read the fine print.
Now.
Shut your mouth.
You did this to yourself.
Now shut your mouth and pay the rent.
Shut your mouth and pay the rent.
You say it, like your life depends on believing your own lie.
I see right though you when you sing it, when you sing it.
I see right through you when you sing it, sing it back to me.
Now, say it like your life depends on believing in your own lie.
Now, say it like your life depends on believing in your own lie.

Shade Tree Mechanics


collect your bones.
man did you hear the news.
the boy's back in town and he reeks of the blues warm welcome home to the bitter truth.
so someone spiked the drinks with bad blood tonight the venom takes control.
I'm kicking down the door.
so fuck the invite.
spare me the small-talk.
every second the price on my head grows.
I'm dodging bullets from a gunman who everybody knows.
I can hear you calling out.
but it's a waste of time.
and I just can't bring myself to slap a mouth that never shouts.
so raise our glasses one more time.
may the best man overdose on pride.
I could destroy you.
but not in these shoes.
you lack the stones to be more than a metaphor.
I saw this coming slow as an avalanche.
here's some advice for you next time make sure you put at least two bullets in the head.
so make this your last mistake this is not a cheap shot it cost an arm and a leg.
so please give me something to shake something to lean on something to shatter or break.
next time there will be no next time

You Should Be Ashamed Of Myself


welcome to the end of the night where everyone reeks of stale smoke dirty jokes.
stop me if you've heard this one the ransoms over where's my cut?
skewered on an open flame I bought you off the spit pose for me.
paws and knees trace around the switchblade gash we're all born fresh.
but now we rot.
I'm the bastard kid of a dead-beat town you're just what I need to bring me down I've got enough strength for one more round does that sound good to you?
it sounds good to me baby.
I'm the lucky son of a bitch you need to keep alive your losing streak I've got one more trick up my sleeve does that work for you?
it works for me baby.
and you can't tear your eyes away cause she's got such a pretty face and one filthy fucking mind I will wait outside the gates and I won't leave till you show me what's on the inside I can't shake this lack of sleep it feasts on me our mothers sleep with lottery dreams our fathers built the pyramid schemes nothing is ever what it seems but it works for you cause it works for me baby you just had yourself a taste of how sweet the life could be if you could just leave yours behind.

Threes Away


the plague.
it came and stole my good fortune away it's not the end, it's just judgement day.
crossed off the list.
I must have some nerve how could I show my face around here ever again it's not worth the silence.
it's not worth a friend.
they say these things happen in threes.
I braved the streets with 1.2.3.sheets to the wind.
I'll see this one through till the credits begin it's worse inside all the soldiers wivers are wearing red I hang my head on what could've been, could've been, couldn't be.
I was graced and forgiven.
now I'm given a second chance to fall now I'd give it all away hopefully I am safe for now.
I'm to blame, I'll admit it.
now I'm given a second chance to fall I was graced and forgiven now I'm given a second chance to fall but it's just like the other ones I know I'll just fuck it up and it's not worth the silence and it's not worth a friend they say these things happen in threes this is the dream that haunts your sleepless nights you try to scream but can't escape the crushed windpipe I'm so easy to attach, you're so eager to amputate this is the one false move I made that left me cursing the day I stopped at all to breathe pour yourself into this night I've been holding out for this, all my life.

Asleep On The Frontlines


we'll keep on talking this out but I've already made up your mind I've been trying to gnaw through my tongue to stop from confessing my crimes and these conversations are wearing me down what did my patience prove if it's just another bed of nails always the silent treatment always the easy way out alive if there's no further questions I'll be on my way home.
and it's just another sharp pain and it doesn't hurt like it used to when I was a desperate man when I still believed in the meaning of the word you tried to warn me you and your consequences if I am outnumbered if I am defenseless if I come here unarmed in the middle of the night on my own standing on the front lines I will die if you invite me down if it'll please the crowd I only go through this for your amusement it doesn't hurt like should when you're throwing your stones around I'm alone trying to sleep it off but it's hard not to shake at the sound of it breaking when you're living in a house of mirrors reflecting all of my failure I will concede to my replacement congratulations it's over and over again I was in for the long run when you cut me down another sharp pain a servant to our thrones always the one that got away always apologizing always the silent treatment always the stubborn child I kept my mouth shut tight always the one that got away always the bed of nails I only have myself to blame

Platonic Sleepover Massacre


you tried to cover your tracks but I caught on to you they found your ear in a jar, your bones in a bag, in the back of the room when they pulled the snakes off your flesh, they were hungry for more.
you have had your last, all your sins are cleansed, no reason for you to go on.
I put you to rest

Starving Artiste


made a pact not to sleep through the end.
all of the dreamers are stuck in their beds.
fight off the attraction to always play dead I'm tortured by white noise in half hour sets.
ears ringing.
your mouth ran for miles but hasn't gone anywhere.
you're lost.
I heard the word on the street and it means nothing to me, so how do you like me now?
where's your passion?
the renaissance man is a thing of the past.
to you it's fashion.
dress up don't address what keeps us from resting.
the jackals circle for the feast I try to fight it off, but it's consuming me.
the rapture has only begun (while you sleep, they watch you breathing)
and you can bet it gets worse when the moon crashes into the sun
(while you dream, both ends are burning)
pray for one more chance
(they will steal air from your lungs)
in the back of the hearse, overturned as your insides prolapse
(wake before before it's too fucking late)
everyone has a skeleton key everyone rots in captivity everyone is sleeping off the heat you shut the blinds as they cauterize what lives inside.

Silver Lining


battered and courageous all eyes on you we made you some kind of god of war on your back awaiting constant salivation straight from the snuff film cutting room floor shot by shot cry out "I've had enough" the pictures not done till you lose a pint of blood this is what I found in the wake the message was scratched on the face of his grave it goes we will find the silver lining and make this our own where'd that pretty smile go you put it in a box and left it on the side of the road thanks for nothing you watched the ball drop then made a wish on a burnt out star when'd you lose control you woke up one day with swine all over your shore we committed our army to you fearless leader come see this through far from prophetic no promise came true we lost control your name conjures an image of defeat we lost control

Some Just Vanish


when you find me pinned beneath the wreckage call off your sirens call of your search everything is quiet on fire everything is warm inside the glow with television static, with engines purring let me sleep.
one by one will my friends leave my side or will my plane just drop out of the sky?
I can't afford to sleep through the virus hard at work.
it's called me out.
this body will collapse.
useless to the world.
one sudden drop.
one by one as my senses fade away.
tied to machines that feed signals to my brain.
this is the end.
the doctor draws a blade.
with patient hands.
he writes his name in braille.
I can't slow my breathing down when I'm staring at the floor.
underneath the threat of giving in, I give it all once more.
quietly dissolving under lights that call me home I can hear the voices trailing off.
someone is shutting me down.
someone is shoving me underneath waves of lead.
and I wasn't strong enough to swim back up to the surface to find you.
this is how it begins quietly counting backwards from ten, nine, eight.
sevensixfivefourthree.
but I can't concentrate on anything.
no one can save me.
I'm not even here.
I am drifting from consciousness into oblivion.
someone is shutting me down.

Breathing Room Barricades


and then there was one with sharpened grin a home I was never meant to find.
the wound was exposed and I fell in a curse I was blessed with as a child I spent my life waiting for this I knew I even bore the mark around my wrist and I feel like this could be enough this could be the one this could be the one.
raise your palms to me and let me show you where our lines collide graze the scalp and see show me where you think they placed that tracking device.
it is so contagious you can't escape from me you can't run they're hot on your trail hunting your down for a lock of your hair and they shot your on the space between your wings.
they tied your limbs and made you sing what makes you so evasive?
you can't escape from me.
we've lost communication these words will dissipate I've scoured through this wasteland you are a mystery and I caught you right before you fled if I could breathe in your air then I'd believe what you said if I could see what you see then I would never have left I picked apart the clues that I found I stood out I stood out for you to show yourself we can forget everything we've become it's not far it's not far until the oxygen show me what's in store locked beneath trap doors for every plot unrevealed you counted my scars and made me sing every note every secret forced me back into lucidity and you proved to us, you proved to me suffer the distance between we'll douse our words in kerosene suffer.
leave something for me we'll burn them all until we make this true I'll clip my wings and give it all to you.

Beheaded My Way


a long shot.
the liar is the only one who spills his guts.
we all swallow your words like starving dogs.
we eat it up.
hell of a scam.
you pulled the wool over our broken eyes again who's in command?
hell of a scam, you got the one armed man to tie the rope again.
who's in command?
yeah, we'll have your head, we'll have your head we've been misled we'll have your head.
we'll have your head and mercy's not something you'll be blessed with you'll take a trip to the guillotine the price of your guilty plea you sold me an empty dream now my hearts too black for you to be redeemed we broke our backs for you we fought your wars for you we heard your words as gospel truth we slaved away for you we never questioned you we spread your words as gospel truth we are forgotten names the only friends you betrayed a stop on your rise, can't look us in the eyes I'd put this to bed but the sting remains we'll have your head and lay you to waste.

My Bitter Half


I traced your shape and counted the days and you just erased me.
I hit the ground and I make no sound as your heels pierced me.
I scarred my face to conquer my pride and you cocooned in your misery.
I plucked you up from a bed of nails and hung me for your salvation.
can I come down?
there's been a mistake.
can I come down?
isn't this what you asked of me?
you lost faith.
blinding white.
and just before my chest caved in, I climbed back down I caught your scent but the wolves beat me to you.
stopped behind the place where we met.
found strands of your dress they were all that was left.
I dug you up the night you died and this is what you asked me, "when will the sun overthrow the eclipse.
I'm just waiting for this night to end.
leave me here, just go." as the dusk set in.
as the sickness spread.
I took one glance behind.
and you had disappeared.
slipping right through my fingers.
gripping as tight as I can.
slipping right through my hands we can't look back.
they've got the searchlights on us.
stay close you'll be alright.
with shadows as my guide.
I'm looking for the answer.
I will be the one who breaks the constant midnight.
tossed to the swine.
I make the climb from the abyss.
lost.
into the night.
to the abyss.
I trace your shape to memory I traced your shape.
eraser.

Devolver


We crawled out of the ocean for the evolution, to conduct the grand finale.
She wants so badly to return the favor, to bring you back home.
Everything's breaking, the cycle is void. so we fed on the bones of the weak with a rabid bite.
We fucked on in the glow of the bomb.
Everyone's racing, there's blood on the streets.
You bred the new pets, they all caught the plague.
Just human error, lean in and weep.
Don't weep.
You made this.
Now bask in it.
Ringing it in.
Brand new.
Ice age.
And I hope you can swim.
If we don't make it out alive, what comes after oblivion?
We'll all take turns wearing the ring, the spotlights will blackout the holes in the sheet.
We stretch on for miles and just like a scar along the face of the earth,
It's too bad you won't be here forever I know you just wanted to.

Mouthbreather


Mouthbreather I know you thought I would go quietly,
But I never asked you for permission to believe in something bigger than us both.
I think you owe me an apology, you left me waiting in the desert for the rain.
I aim my mouth at the sky.
Only to find my lungs have filled with sand.
I let the sun burn me down.
Before I let you inside, I clear my throat.
It's just a matter of time before you set something innocent on fire just to watch it run.
So keep forcing me into survival mode.
I need to know what it's all worth.
I'll chase that dream down that same one-way dead-end road until I find another reason to stay home and let it go.
I will keep my eyes on the road and my heart to myself.

Running Through Walls


I clutched the wheel,
Burned the trail in search of someone's master plan,
But I dragged myself into the ground in search of a fabled promised land,
This could be my destiny or the death of me,
Whatever answers first,
I could care less at this point,
As long as my story gets told.
The empty dunes whispered certain doom and irrational fears began to swallow my every thought and burn inside my ears.
It's louder than the bombs that scream in my dreams.
Can my will alone erase the things I've become?
It's hard to see passed all of my failures and loss when I'm stuck on the path to self-destruction.
Back and forth across the plains,
No chance of love,
No sign of rain you killed yourself to live,
But your heart gave up before your body did.
Back and forth across the plains,
A fractured heart,
No sign of rain until my head caves in,
I'll kill myself just trying...
I swallowed pill after pill with the blood of Christ,
Cause heaven needed me,
But when I got there,
All the beer was gone and the angels clipped their wings.
I crashed face-first into a stubborn mule to get my point across then I woke up with shards of glass in my eye and seven years bad luck.
I'm confessing, this burden of free will is a blessing.
So I'll be the judge, the jury, and the executioner.
The faulty noose at the gallows pole.
Back and forth across the plains,
No chance of love,
No sign of rain you killed yourself to live,
But your heart gave up before your body did.
Back and forth across the plains,
A fractured heart,
No sign of rain until my head caves in,
I'll kill myself just trying to live back and forth across the plains,
No chance of love,
No sign of rain you killed yourself to live,
But your heart gave up before your body did.
Back and forth across the plains,
A fractured heart,
No sign of rain until my body gives up,
I'll kill myself just trying to lovecast me to hell,
I do not seek redemption cast me to hell,
I was born to be a martyr cast me to hell,
I do not seek redemption cast me to hell,
I was led into temptation by a man just like you.
I'll see your saint and I'll raise you an ape with no soul.

Smoke Breaks


Slave away.
For the price of your youth you can earn yourself a dying wage.
You're worth your weight in the sweat that you spill for good of the company.
At the end of the night counting on your smokebreaks you seem to move a lot of product but the product doesn't move anyone, and that's the honest to god damned truth.
Did you answer the call when it came or did you call it a day?
Like my father, he buried his passion, sacrificed the twelve-bar blues to take on the real world.
At dawn I awoke to go back to the clockwork where I sing my songs to whoever will listen.
A glimpse of the good life beyond 9 to 5 to the has-beens, the no ones, civilians and children.
On the company dime, burning all your smokebreaks you seem to move a lot of product but the product doesn't move...
Trudge on, workhorse.
God help you all you're just getting by.
You run like a river without a prize in your sights.
Bleed on.
Bleed on.
Bleed yourself dry.
This road is my bride.
She will wreck your life.
It's for me to decide.
How you'll wreck your life.
Cut the queen, just try.
She will wreck your life.
It's for me to decide.
How you'll wreck your life.
Cut the queen, just try.
She will wreck your life.
It's my life to wreck in my own way.

Need New Conspirators


Tell me, how many years have you felt so sick?
To the kids who care more about these songs than the wars they've been fighting for so fucking long
There's something wrong with the soundwaves in the air there's something wrong,
It's on the tip of your tongue and it's time that you give a shit
We got the songs all wrong again (and we don't fit in)
We got the songs all wrong again (and nothing speaks to me like it did)
And I know you know, I know you know, I know you know I know you.
Tell me, how many years have you felt out of touch?
To the kids who cared more when they were young about the wars they've been fighting since before we were born
There's something wrong with the soundwaves in the air
There's something wrong,
It's on the tip of your tongue and it's time that you give a shit
We got the songs all wrong again (and we don't fit in)
We got the songs all wrong again (and nothing speaks to me like it did back then)
How many years has it been, since you lost the feeling?
Since you lost something to believe in?
I need something to believe in,
We're so tired of playing dead bring me all of the disillusioned dreamers
(how many years have you felt so sick, I ask)
All of the forward thinking allies
(how many years have you felt out of touch and old)
All of the ones who feel outnumbered
(to all the kids who care more, care more, care more, care more)
I need new conspirators bring me all of the new rule smashers
(how many years have you felt so sick, I ask)
All of the hungry innovators
(how many years have you felt out of touch and old)
All of the fearless creators
(to all the kids who care more, care more, care more, care more)
I need new conspirators.

Shouting Fire In A Crowded Room


We have followed our leaders into the vault of a burning bank
We raised our children on dead end roads waiting to death in the summer wind
Looking for answers that I was never meant to find I swallow my tongue in defeat
Before I drown face down in the street
Waiting for the ambulance to arrive
I saved myself from you gagging to death on these prayers
My agony is self-inflicted
Burn my body at the stake
My love in effigy
My songs are gasoline in the mouth of a coward shouting "fire"
I swallow my questions down in fear
Before I know too much of myself trying to explain what keeps me falling to my knees.
The burden of living proof, I saved myself from you.
In case of a new emergency, I saved myself from you.
When nothing moves in the wake of regret, I saved myself from you.
I saved myself from the arms of corruption.

Needs


As the moon waxed and waned,
He felt the depth of his love shoot right to the surface.
Overwhelmed by the once suppressed need to devour something whole.
The shapes began to shift and right before his eyes, his angel became his meal.
Call off your hunt, that kill is mine.
I'm leaving town with her blood on my breath, lord knows when we'll feed again.
I walked away with her hand on my chest, lord knows when we'll feed again.
Angel, keep your wings clean.
And don't get near him if he isn't "me" angel,
Until his eyes go red to blue,
Keep your thoughts as pure as gold,
Cause he can read your mind and his head ain't right, no.
Before the fever leaves our home pray for his salvation.
He'll say he means no harm.
Eclipsed eternally now by the echoes of her final breath.
Roaming tormented from town to town to forever stalk the highway.
The shapes began to shift and right before my eyes, you become my meal.
Call off your hunt, that kill is mine.

Meet Me In The Bone Orchard


Once again, I need your skin, these teeth will take too much, they always do.
Sever me, desire bleeds you dry, coercion takes too long.
Drain you and leave.
You never felt so alive until you put in your midnight eyes these bones you cracked on the run will be left to bleach in the sun.
Smother me these idle hands will be the death of us (at least one of us)
Salivate it makes me sick, was I born this way?
You wish
You were
You never felt so alive until you put in your midnight eyes these bones
You cracked on the run
Will be left to bleach in the sun
You simply refuse to accept no consolation gift
These offers I will reject
I won't be swinging by my neck
The cold moon will always eclipse
The truth spilling from your lips
These offers I will reject
I won't be swinging by my neck
Give it up
Know when to quit are you in control?
A balancing act on a burning tightrope
Hunger pains until you get your way
Until you get your way
Until you get your way nausea.
Keep chasing the sound in your head
Down a road that will never end
It eats away at you and you cannot abandon it.
You should have fled when you still had the chance.
You should have fled when you still could have.
Suffocate your hope.
Keep chasing the sound in your head
Down a road that will never end
It eats away at you and you cannot abandon it.

Crowbait


Dream poacher, you lost it in a hailstorm of flies,
The maggots sung under your pen in every word you wrote.
Bait for the crows taunt the hungry then they call out for me,
Never learner, still running that broken mouth of yours over broken promises.
Masquerade with the walking dead you don't look the same.
Abscess face with narcotic slouch
You weren't built this way
They took dead aim exposed evidence
They washed their hands of this ordeal silenced
Your pleas "some can't be saved" bankrupt soul,
You dove headfirst into a shallow grave what drove you to this?
Now this guilt will plague my nights dream burner,
I never said that you were a lost cause "never better" still running away on a crooked path,
As crooked as your spine.
Empty shell of someone I once knew.
You don't speak the same.
Slipping back into familiar coma you won't die in vain.
I'll carry your dead weight till I fall victim to my own vices.
Dead weight, I'll carry yours till I fall flat on my own face.
Still trying to kill all the ones you claimed left a hole in your perfect life.
Still running away from the only arms who wanted you as one.
And you were the only good thing left in this good for nothing town.
Help me clean my filthy conscience so I can get on with pointless life.
And you were the only good thing left in this good for nothing town.

When Exiting Your Vehicle


You and I are not survivors,
Decorated victims of a losing war,
All dressed up in our defensive wounds.
We are the ghosts.
Haunted by the living ones.
Every day apparitions.
Haunted by the sound of our own voices.
We are the ghosts.
Faithlessly wandering around.
And I'll wander around.
Yeah, I'll wander around.
Passing through.
I'm just passing through.
Stranded here forever.
Caught in the middle of our own exorcism.
The human body is a grave.
This world is purgatory.
We are prisoners of our selves.
Stranded here forever.
Haunted by living ones.

Night Errors


All your moves are an act to me,
If I'm dismissive,
The red on your hand and the stutter in your step gave me permission.
Who's broken heart did I abduct to feign these tears?
Who's battered soul did I usurp to howl like this?
The blade sharp and well groomed, but the execution lacked vision.
I was deployed to revive the lull in your casual blackouts.
Who's phantom hand did I possess to get this feeling?
One foot on the stage, one foot in the grave.
The only time you feel alive is when you're on fire.
There's a tempest raging on and on in my body.
You picked your battles, I just loved to fight.
Lost some, won some, then I lost count.
You can't see eye to eye when you're drinking from a different well.
I'm unopposed to replaying the dying picture.
I couldn't shut your laughing eyes, they just kept on getting louder and louder.
Grand delusions rub my ego so raw.
I wasn't born with this thorn in my side, no.
I stole every kiss from the sight of the crash.
If you believe these outrageous claims, then I'll take you to the black hole.
Where no one escapes.

Crawling Home


I just can't leave this alone meat for the wolves pulling flesh from the bone.
This is blood that I draw from a stone.
And a scar to remind me of where I was born.
This is what it takes to forgive myself for you.
Don't ask me what I am becoming.
Something that you cannot comprehend.
Completely unacceptable results.
Damaged and desperate, I am crawling home.
And it feels like something is wrong
When I'm not tethered to this hotel bed
I do what I can to make sense of this mess
That I made for myself, in my head.
One day at a time.
When I leave there will be no goodbyes, no explanations.
This is just something I need to do for now.
When I die there will be no funeral, make no arrangements.
What happens on the road will kill us all.
Don't ask me what I am becoming something that you cannot comprehend.
Completely unacceptable results.
Damaged and desperate, I am crawling home.
Show me if this is where I belong.