Blood Runs Hot

Growing up and I'm growing thin

But my hands can't reach the handle

To the door where the ever fragile

Change begins

Nail imprints in palms of fists

Am I just one among the cattle?

Would I have picked the apple in the end?

Now there's dirt inside the basin where my water used to flow

I mourn the boy I was and scorn the vagrant he has grown

Sorrow lurks within my laughter like a jester when alone

All that once was bright has left the balance long ago

The buried damned don't get a

Second chance to come clean

So who am I to mutter "life is low"

When fresh blood runs hot in me

Oh this ground will never hold it crumbles round my feet

But I'm still standing here and that don't make sense

It don't make sense

It don't make sense to me

Rip a hole in my shirt throw dust on my head

The bliss is no more the passion is dead

I'd swim coast to coast search worlds down below

Make deals with ghouls to take me to when my

Skin was a little bit tighter

And I wasn't dumb to dream

When i didn't need to maim my liver

Just to walk these crowded streets

Golden youth lays on the pyre built to burn the best of me

What escaped the fire holds only grief and misery

The buried damned don't get a

Second chance to come clean

So who am I to mutter "life is low"

When fresh blood runs hot in me

Oh this ground will never hold it crumbles round my feet

But I'm still standing here and that don't make sense

It don't make sense

It don't make sense to me

When i'm old and reach the end of my days

Oh I'll look back and I'll laugh at this dismay

Oh I feel the sun I feel the rain I feel it all

And I'll tell myself that feeling is okay

The buried damned don't get a

Second chance to come clean

So who am I to mutter "life is low"

When fresh blood runs hot in me

When blood runs hot in me

When blood runs hot in me

The blood runs hot in me