Bile and Riot
Colour me up, paint me something different,Show me the trick, the one that saves me.
I wrapped the song in ribbon and left it on your sidewalk,
Will you leave it in the dirt,
Or pick it up and sing it about me?
I don't want to hear a word from your lips unless its hard pressed and cuts veins...
Falling is not your enemy, landing is,
And as long as I never catch myself I'll survive.
Lock it back up where it belongs and curse me for surfacing,
You need my madness in your world to keep you sane.
I resort to kissing my own lips where they taste of you,
Blood has risen and there's no way back now.
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