Texty: One Dollar Short. Shots Were Fired (Bloodstains).

I am bleeding, there is blood on my hands
On every knife in the kitchen drawers
bloodstained scissors on the bedroom floor
can anybody hear me, I don't want todie alone
choking on these feelings, like spikes and splinters
it's behinde my eyes, it's in my spine
it's spreadinglike a diease, it's spreading like cancer
wearing me down, embrace it, or leave it all behind

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leave it all behinde, emotion is dead

i'll bleed, if you will bleed?

you drank my blood, like a vampire
cut my heart out with a 12" blade
like a nightmare you can't remember
a dialtone requiem, for those de-hearted

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