Blood Drawing - Saintseneca

When I cite the cliché of a free life

I don’t contend that it comes with no price

Draw my blood like fleas and head lice

Draw it in blood, make it burn white in blacklight

I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong

Always wrong, always wrong, always wrong

I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong

No one ever says to you

«You can complain about these things»

And even if we found our way

Our way was found;

it was not made

And I would give up now

Just lay it down and kick the crown

Breakin' all my toes

And give it away but no one would know

I would give up now

Just lay it down and kick the crown

Breakin' all my toes

And give it away, no one knows

And there lies my bed incriminated

Now I lie in the wreck I created

In torrents we spin, my tornado-like friend

Build homes that we obliterated

I would give up now

Just lay it down and kick the crown

Breakin' all my toes

And give it away but no one knows

I would give up now

Just lay it down and kick the crown

Breakin' all my toes

And give it away, no one knows