The Blood

Runnin' my face across barbed wire

The image of you was clear on my mind

Something was breaking through I couldn't make it out

Grout-sealed and tucked away was the truth

We're sucking it down and spitting it out

Over a spare shirt

I'm factory-made and born by the blade

We're drinking the blood

Drinkin' the blood and calling it wine

Sitting in the stale still of your heart

People talked of how you and I oughta rot

We're two potted plants in the sunroom

We're sucking it down and spitting it out

Over a spare shirt

I'm factory-made and born by the blade

We're drinking the blood

Drinkin' the blood and calling it wine