Bloodwork Songtext
von Tharsis They

So if I suffer through the madness
And keep myself from slipping under
If I learn to best the sadness
Is it really enough
Could the rush feed on blood of the dead

Like tire tracks in dirt
Or the snake that sheds its skin
Calm before the storm
Or dare I say dust in the fucking wind
Mistakes repeated like patterns in pavement
On shifting landscapes, fleeting motivation


I am the thorn that draws blood from your vein
I am the altered reflection
I am the father and son of sin
I always scream like I′m dying

So if I suffer through the madness
And gravitate to the pull
Can I claw my way through blackness
And pull myself out of this void

Never quite knew
What it was you were trying to say
All those words and turns of phrase
Buried in texture
Now lying uncovered, alone, and exposed
A testament to our living will to come undone

And now can I finally see the thread
Woven through these tired songs of salvation and apathy
Wear your crown of woe and sorrow
Let the rush feed on blood