The Bled - Starving Artiste lyrics

[The Bled - Starving Artiste lyrics]

I made a pact not to sleep through
The end all of the dreamers are
Stuck in their beds fight off the
Attraction to always play dead i'm
Tortured by white noise in half hour sets
Ears ringing your mouth ran for
Miles but hasn't gone anywhere you're lost
I heard the word on
The street and it means nothing to me
So how do you like me
Now? where's your passion?
The renaissance man is a thing of the past
To you it's fashion dress up don't
Address what keeps us from resting
The jackals circle for the feast i
Try to fight it off
But, it's consuming me the
Rapture has only begun (while you sleep
They watch you breathing) and you
Can bet it gets
Worse when the moon crashes into the sun


(while you dream
Both ends are burning) pray
For one more chance
(they will steal air from your lungs)
In the back of the hearse
Overturned as your insides prolapse
(wake before before it's too
Fucking late) everyone has
A skeleton key everyone rots
In captivity everyone
Is sleeping off the heat you shut the
Blinds as they cauterize what lives inside

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