Blood - Coffin Prick

Lyrics by：Ryan Weinstein

Arranged by：Dean Menta

Guided

As though by creation

The blood pumping to the heart

Bypasses the brain

The words become

More than a mirror

A minor abstraction

Of the endless parade

It's grave

We March

Through time

What say?

Who winds

The clock

That falls off of the wall?

The meaning comes and goes

Birds who bite their toes

Tree-top flying foes

Eyes as hard as stone

These words I do not know

No idea when they'll unfold

My compass must be broke

The wrong end of an inside joke

It's grave

We March

Through time

What say?

Who winds

The clock

That falls off of the wall

There's too much information

To process for the brain

I'm not so simple

We rely on each other in this house of blood

Denying the other one last chance to come

We rely on each other in this house of blood

Denying the other one last chance to come

We rely on each other in this house of blood

Denying the other one last chance to come

We rely on each other in this house of blood

Denying the other one last chance to come

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