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• Artiste: Provenance, The
• Titre: For Whom I Bleed
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Naked skin, inside the women gallery Icebound minds, frozen drama of their life Wanting out, to break away, leave it all behind This hoary fever killing all of their kind Imprisoned flesh, sold open on the streets Pavement romance screams at me Open up, spread'em wide, swallow stiffened pride Don't ever let them see you blind All laid bare, on broken glass The cutting of flesh, the favourable ground, Cold and wet, calling them, calling me For all eternity... Sleeping poetry among the thousand obscure chambers and their beauty at night Viscous scenes after dark reflecting fantasies projected by delusion as a child That's for whom I bleed, and that's for whom I weep It's for all of those who need be saned from childhood pain Are you willing to see, all the blackness in me? Pointed like a spear of rage against their pavement game Pass it on; let them taste the fears Do unto them as they have done to you Sweet revenge on those bitter faces You'd best enjoy it while it lasts