Your sting red full stops my skin, dotted, scratch scratch, now I’m bleeding. Legions upon legions of craftsmen handmade my feelings. There’s bears in the wood and they’re out to get me, And I’m safe from harm if I stay in this chalet. And hold me tight

Life's not meant to be disposable Ready, and willing, can't stop the bleeding Life's not meant to be expendable

You choose your path. Don't shift the blame. You ran your course. You lost sight of your aim. Wrong choices linger, Like scars remain Long after the bleeding stops. There's nowhere left to hide from the shame. Never again.

And this is how it all began On our first campaign to the Fatherland There was writing on the walls Looked like "Circus" there for me We were smoking Karl Marx With the junkies in the park I watched the barmaid keeping track By marking X's on our mats

(Youngblood) She's my little youngblood Punch-drunken youngblood She's a loner, not a stoner Bleeding heart and the soul of Miss Teresa Supernova, Cherry Cola She's the cedar in the trees of Minnesota I'm a rough boy 'round the edges

Cannot receive the obvious Line up cattle and cut the necks Emotions inside us troubling, The hatred inside us escalating, The sickness inside us keeps us weak, The masses inside of us suffering they are bleeding, The calling inside us sick with greed,

Call me on my phone, I don't pick it up I don't even know if I give a fuck about anything Fuck me when the beat drop Baby, fuck me 'til my heart stop Bleeding out my laptop Blood leaking out my laptop I ain't never home, I been fuckin' up I don't give a

Give it to me, give till you ain't got anymore Let me see you hold up your salute to the sky While you sing it out, bleeding out your lungs till you die 'Cause I need it to believe it, that you got any soul Pick your heart off the floor and scream it

Aah-aah-aah-aah-aah, aah-aah-aah-aah-aah Just a paper, just a papercut Right now it feels like we're bleeding So deep that we might not get back up Our words will tear through the surface Like a paper, like a papercut Right now I don't know why I love

If I'm lost then how can I find myself? If I'm lost now then how can I find myself? And if I believe you Will that make it stop? If I told you I need you Is that what you want? And I'm broken and bleeding And begging for help And I'm asking you Jesus,