The Downshined

you harp like a screamer
 you lie like the rest when you're in your sleep
 you polish the dreamers
 but you die like the rest when the cutter comes to creep
 you wish for it fairer
 but you collapse on me just as i relate
 you forget i'm a stander
 waiting for something to come and deliver me grace
 just like a dirty movie
 in which you want to rescue
 the girl in the tailspin
 even though she belongs there
 scrape the gutters at the edge
 cut like flowers in the alley
 burn the lula divinia's ashes now
 who's that lurking in the shadows
 scrape the gutters at the edge
 cut like flowers in the alley
 burn the lula divinia's ashes now
 who's that lurking in the shadows
 begging to bleed
 you made a believer
 out of me when i most hated praise
 you cost me the failure
 that i prepped myself from a life in pain
 you gutted the mother
 complex in me as i shot from the gate
 you scratched at my third gear
 waiting for me to catch up and catch fire
 just like a dirty movie
 in which you want to rescue
 the girl in the tailspin
 even though she belongs there
 i begged you for stronger
 command as i sank down to my knees
 but i couldn't be wronger
 as i followed your hand to a much much darker place
 scrape the gutters at the edge
 cut like flowers in the alley
 burn the lula divinia's ashes now
 who's that lurking in the shadows
 scrape the gutters at the edge
 cut like flowers in the alley
 burn the lula divinia's ashes now
 who's that lurking in the shadows
 begging to bleed
 scrape the gutters at the edge
 who's that lurking in the shadows
 begging to bleed...
 begging to bleed...
 begging to bleed...
 begging to bleed...
 begging to bleed...
 begging to bleed...
 begging to bleed...
 begging to bleed...
 begging to bleed...
 begging to bleed...