Bloodshot (feat. Tom Lyngcoln & Marcus Hobbs) - Pairs.mp3

[00:01.549]Bloodshot in a robe
[00:03.898]****ers on a phone
[00:07.194]Swollen closed to the day and reports all alone
[00:08.712]There’s a rattle in my lungs at times,
[00:10.661]there’s a shutter now in my spine
[00:11.678]But I’m just a leaf in the forest and here I can shine
[00:12.721]Grafting gaffs to the blood boys
[00:16.129]Gripping on to the choice
[00:17.254]Of having stale cake and eating it and making nightclub couches moist
[00:18.431]Under a grim ****ing sky
[00:20.823]I drift past this guy
[00:22.105]A cloud for a head and a hunch bottle fed
[00:24.136]Telling the guy on his right
[00:25.976]How he just had a root,
[00:28.369]from some low hanging fruit
[00:29.891]a hostel wall scrawling, dredded shoeless dawdling
[00:31.794]slurring how he’ll never don a suit
[00:33.806]Put a box out for the cats
[00:35.154]Put out poison for the rats
[00:37.605]Put on a feast for the hungry and we’ll see if it changes the way that they act
[00:39.948]Put my name on the door
[00:43.117]Collect dust on the floor
[00:45.821]Put sugar with the salt in the ocean and see what washes up on shore
[00:47.857]I saved two days, by taking today
[00:48.903]Whilst cops posed for photos after a small town meth raid
[00:49.822]What’s more depressing than wearing masks on every solemn street
[00:52.166]Is that it’s just a symptom of trying to get paid
[00:53.914]With holes in the skin
[00:55.024]From an apartment doctor’s pin
[00:57.292]strapped pads to my wrist, a flick of a box and a red mark on the chin
[00:58.819]Burnt down to an itch
[00:59.586]Sewn up by a stitch
[01:00.207]Drills in the compound, gas leaks from the ground causing a high fever pitch
[01:00.786]Take me to a town
[01:01.566]Where the only farewell is a funeral
[01:02.856]For jealousy and shame
[01:04.199]You got your small amount fame
[01:08.737]Light candles in the bathroom with your shit in your hand and put your soiled tissues in a frame
[01:10.099]Eye **** a bartender as she pours
[01:12.581]Think buying watered down Tiger all night will get her on all fours
[01:14.257]Just as likely as anyone sourcing news from a guy who still listens to The Doors
[01:15.475]But it is what it is, now isn’t it?
[01:16.509]Petty small jab rolls with a work permit
[01:18.131]It’s only a matter of months until it gets easier for us all to admit
[01:18.932]That they’ve tied off with their cheap thrill
[01:19.009]A walking, talking argument for the contraceptive pill
[01:19.745]Whilst I climb this shit storming Everest that I’ve made from this tiny little molehill
[01:20.260]Take me to a town
[01:20.887]Where the only farewell is a funeral