If a God can bleed, then I’ll bleed you out
If a God can bleed, then I’ll bleed you out
Like a God can bleed, then I’ll bleed you out
If a God can bleed, then I’ll bleed you out
The news came down with the first winter rain
Word on the street is there’s rust on the blade
Everybody knows that everybody talks
Blood on the breeze draws the worms from the woodwork
They say, “God has lost his shine
Troubles red rivers lace the whites of his eyes”
They laugh at your back until they laugh at your face
‘Cause word on the street is there’s rust on the blade
If a God can bleed, then I’ll bleed you out
Champagne smile with a cocaine heart
Hollow in the middle and the edges gone soft
If you don’t stay sharp, then you just get cut
Fat little piggy with his head on the block
“Lost you edge, dulled your shine
Fear runs red in the gutters of your mind”
Now the laughter pours down like the cold winter rain
‘Cause word on the street is there’s rust on the blade
If a God can bleed
If a, if a God can bleed
If a God can bleed
If a, if a God can bleed
If a God can bleed, then I’ll bleed you out
If a God can bleed, then I’ll bleed you out
Like a God can bleed, then I’ll bleed you out
If a God can bleed, then I’ll bleed you out
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