The Bleeding
The
Bleeding, the bleeding
O, the bleeding
It never stops
It tops
Your hands and then it pours
Out of every pore
And opens doors
To your flesh
Despite you trying
Your best
You won’t stop dying
Because of the blood from your chest
And you won’t start crying
Because you feel it’s time to rest
The bleeding, the bleeding
O, the bleeding
It never stops
O, the bleeding
It never stops
It tops
Your hands and then it pours
Out of every pore
And opens doors
To your flesh
Despite you trying
Your best
You won’t stop dying
Because of the blood from your chest
And you won’t start crying
Because you feel it’s time to rest
The bleeding, the bleeding
O, the bleeding
It never stops
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