The Bled - Starving Artiste

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I 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 the air from your lungs

In the back of the hearse

Overturned as your insides prolapse

Wake before, before it's too fucking late



When everyone has a skeleton key

When everyone rots in captivity

When everyone is sleeping off the heat



You shut the blinds

As they cauterize what lives inside

You shut the blinds

As they cauterize what lives inside

© PEDICONE; RAM ISLAND SONGS; ROBOT CHOKER; ROSSMOSIS; WHO CARES WERE DRINKING;




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