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| Biohazard Urban Discipline Tears Of Blood I sit and pick my brain each night With an axe in my hand held tight Bite my nose to spite my face Killing myself, I can't escape the rat race Wallowing in neck-deep misery Quicksand dissent, pressure free Deepest wounds are self inflicted Should I hope to be vindicted Always alone, society's abortion Self mutilation, the daily portion Resentful past breeds hopeful future With tears of blood, I remove the sutures Dying inside, emotions they hide Irreperable damage from the tears the I've cried I climb from the sewer, the years that I have spent Self mutilation or my environment Chorus 2x: Tears of blood Tears of blood I cry I cry Tears of blood Tears of blood I die Deny myself for fear of being Is it over now, has my heart stopped beating Lying here just self defeating My mind is empty, it won't stop bleeding Twisted anger screams my brain Over the edge, I hang in pain Mouth locked shut my mind won't swallow With tears of blood, alone I wallow No one to blame except myself What you call masochism I call wealth Maybe its just a matter of pride Too sweet to end with suicide Peel the scab, pour salt in the wound Torturing myself, I'm forever doomed Looking east and west each and every moon A peaceful rest comes someday soon No one to blame except myself What you call masochism I call wealth Is death life and do we live in hell ? Chorus 3x Lead |
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