Bleed to Be.A Poem by i.am.the.sun.Punk lyrics written to the style of Bad Religion. sort of.
A breathing machine
is what i've become no engine to rev in anger a tower of bones with hands to shake hands but no strength to hold onto purpose these feet making tracks, they don't fill big shoes and the shadow i cast will not make the news. the direction i'm going, with the perfection insisted.. i feel like i've been here before. looking in a mirror every single f*****g time i try to open a door. every place i go people are always leaving grieving about the greener grass they thought they'd found before. why's there no place that i've heard of where the locals long to stay? why are dreams always found in the places far away? i'm done with doors, it's time for bricks thrown through windows, no more handshakes, time for elbows in chest cavities. i want to bleed, to bleed, to stain more lives than i could ever cast in shadow. you can't see the scars i have so i'll earn the ones you can, i want to bleed, to bleed, to bleed. who really needs an engine to rev up after all? with gas prices so high anger's not cost effective and who needs a heart to beat with passion when blood makes people sick? who needs a heart to beat at all when it won't beat back the dreams of far away places, both heaven and obscene. as long as i'm not giving up then i'm not giving in and my dying breath will fan the fire that's within. i'm done with doors, it's time for bricks thrown through windows, no more handshakes, time for elbows in chest cavities. i want to bleed to bleed, to stain more lives than i could ever cast in shadow. you can't see the scars i have so i'll earn the ones you can, i want to be, to be, to be. © 2015 i.am.the.sun.Author's Note
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