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Blood In Your Eyes

from A Story All About How by The Scribes

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Blood donor one previous owner
One tedious moment I'm teetering sober
Low life with no knife leaving me colder
And no lime holding a red warm Corona
Wait's over raised as a cobra
Blood from a stone heart's never been bolder
Chips on my shoulder carve them a sculpture
Vulture swoop anarchy circles in my culture
Picking holes in any logic from the child of the poster
You're zoned from the crops that you smoke on the sofa to cope
Quotes for your quota I shirk call work just to stay of your rota
Headset hero get fucked not supposed to get
Balls on parade work slave De La Rocha
Die for the call queue cause in my holster
The suit is a noose and the money is a monster

Sometimes we all have felt alone
And I'm not the one who can end it
No longer surprised by the blood in your eyes
And it makes me feel alive

Oh no man this scene should die
'Cause it just goes low when I need to fly
And I've got no flows for your bleeding eyes
'Cause I just don't know what you're meaning right
I'm solo
The fresh air to your choke hold
Flesh to your robo
Cess to your homegrown
Best dressed next to your hobo
The next shit so left on my own
Oh...
And I won't go because my feeling's dead for your tears
So I bleed instead and that feeds me breath that I need to live
Though I've gained no halo by giving demons shit
Holy moley The Scribes have dropped
Though the blood from your eyes has clots
So the sights are lost
There's no life in the nights I rock
So society I'm signing off now good bye

Sometimes we all have felt alone
And I'm not the one who can end it
No longer surprised by the blood in your eyes
And it makes me feel alive

Dead and buried but deprived of a cemetery
Heart's heavy only alive when I'm predatory
Hereditary I've inherited curses
With momentary lapses of judgement in verses
Nurses redundant they won't cut chords
Heart is repugnant I won't find lords
First death wish is the gift of a sword
Cut ties through my wrist let me slip out the door

These days I weild sprays I've laid down my laser gun
I write breath and sidestep your stadiums
The scenes most miscellaneous space aliens
Are not the face of fun that they once were
I strangle sunshine in webs of entangled punchlines
The somewhat disgruntled grunge type
Catch me in the corner of the club looking tortured sometime
It's skin deep but I love the blood in your eyes

Sometimes we all have felt alone
And I'm not the one who can end it
No longer surprised by the blood in your eyes
And it makes me feel alive

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from A Story All About How, released January 29, 2015
Written and performed by Ill Literate, Jonny Steele and Lacey.

Recorded and produced by Shaun Amos at The Dojo.

Mixed and mastered by Shaun Amos.

All rights reserved. Unauthorised copying, lending, hiring, reproduction, public performance and broadcasting prohibited.

Copyright 2015 The Scribes.

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