Broken day
Broken day
Broken day
Broken day
Broken day
I have broken day
I have broken day
And I have broken day
The image is frayed
As I pick rotten diamonds from my cold head
Light and its slow grim embrace
Has blunted me with memories
Of a taste I could not tune
A song that never played without regret
Broken day
This scab
This scratch of winter grey
That stinks of words
And rips time through the bloody sleet
Empties my guts in place of tears
And births a faith that pulps my failing meat
Empties my guts in place of tears
And births a faith that pulps my failing meat
I drink the gutter's slurry
Breathe it as I think
And know the essence of my mind is sick
I drink the gutter's slurry
Breathe it as I think
And know the essence of my mind is sick
Nothing of clarity
Nothing of worth
Nothing of clarity
Nothing of worth
I have broken day
Broken day
Broken day
Broken day
Broken day
This scab
This scratch of winter grey
That stinks of words
And rips time through the bloody sleet
This scab
This scratch of winter grey
Broken day
Bleach for the Stars - In Sight Lyrics
Bleach for the Stars - In Sight Lyrics
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Broken day
Broken day
Broken day
Broken day
Broken day
I have broken day
I have broken day
And I have broken day
The image is frayed
As I pick rotten diamonds from my cold head
Light and its slow grim embrace
Has blunted me with memories
Of a taste I could not tune
A song that never played without regret
Broken day
This scab
This scratch of winter grey
That stinks of words
And rips time through the bloody sleet
Empties my guts in place of tears
And births a faith that pulps my failing meat
Empties my guts in place of tears
And births a faith that pulps my failing meat
I drink the gutter's slurry
Breathe it as I think
And know the essence of my mind is sick
I drink the gutter's slurry
Breathe it as I think
And know the essence of my mind is sick
Nothing of clarity
Nothing of worth
Nothing of clarity
Nothing of worth
I have broken day
Broken day
Broken day
Broken day
Broken day
This scab
This scratch of winter grey
That stinks of words
And rips time through the bloody sleet
This scab
This scratch of winter grey
Broken day
Broken day
Broken day
Broken day
Broken day
I have broken day
I have broken day
And I have broken day
The image is frayed
As I pick rotten diamonds from my cold head
Light and its slow grim embrace
Has blunted me with memories
Of a taste I could not tune
A song that never played without regret
Broken day
This scab
This scratch of winter grey
That stinks of words
And rips time through the bloody sleet
Empties my guts in place of tears
And births a faith that pulps my failing meat
Empties my guts in place of tears
And births a faith that pulps my failing meat
I drink the gutter's slurry
Breathe it as I think
And know the essence of my mind is sick
I drink the gutter's slurry
Breathe it as I think
And know the essence of my mind is sick
Nothing of clarity
Nothing of worth
Nothing of clarity
Nothing of worth
I have broken day
Broken day
Broken day
Broken day
Broken day
This scab
This scratch of winter grey
That stinks of words
And rips time through the bloody sleet
This scab
This scratch of winter grey
Broken day
Writer: Benjamin Power
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