THE BLED LYRICS

1. His First Crush

I'll open up my wrists to let you in and keep you where you belong. Nail my
hands into the oak if I can never touch your face again. Cardiac paralysis.
I cannot breathe. Swallow my tounge if I can't say the words that will save
your life. No matter what always remember you did this to me. I'm left with
when you turned and walked away. No matter what always remember you did this
to me. You've driven me to this. You've turned my heart jet black. Reopen
the wounds and let them drain. Swing the sledge to the mainframe. And to the
one that stopped my heart. I must return the crush. Pull up the floorboards
and expose the ghost of my first love.

2. Anvil Pinata

Someone go for help, she's not getting up. The cardboard spine has buckled
under the extension of her wings. It took my breath away. She fell for years
into this haven of infection. These hospital policies are burning my eyes.
Her swan dive antics will be the end of me. I can't save her as she falls in
love with disaster. She says these accidents will happen, but there's no
escape from the reaching.

3. Swatting Flies With A Wrecking Ball

I'll stand knee deep in your ridicule. Your tongue flickers as threats are
made. I've saved you a seat in hell. Lets begin. You can shove glass down my
throat. I need your fists against my flesh. That would move me an honest
inch. I am through with you. Turn your cameras off. Show me something real.
You are nothing now without your friends. I'll cut you to ribbons. My
favorite color of confetti. It's hard to threaten me with a brick in your
mouth. You are nothing without your friends.

4. Glitterbomb

Shatter the mirror on the wall and turn me into beautiful broken pieces. I
am a slave to my own reflection. Hollywood in a soft syringe push it in and
make a star out of me. Hollywood in a soft syringe and I'll forget who I am.
I wanna be your new big nothing, glowing on a silver screen. I'd like to
thank the academy. And all my family and friends. We'll make another
masterpiece. A monologue and a eulogy. I couldn't have done this without
you. I couldn't have made it this far without you. I forget who I am
sometimes. I forget my lines. Hollywood in a soft syringe pust it in and
make a star out of me. Hollywood in a soft syringe push it in and I'll
forget who I am.

5. F Is For Forensics

Spike the I.V. with kerosene as insects halo an open wound. They flutter
death threats in morse code and old habits are exposed. Secret handshake
decapitation. Push the knife back in before embalming fluid seeps. I'm
pulling out the scissors for old times sake. It's not fun and games until
someone loses an eye. Hi-fives with butcher knives, they're hoping for a
fast recovery.







THE BLED LYRICS