God Damn - Bleeding a Rope Lyrics

Death is upon in its year of wake
If you push when you give then you'll always take
Biting a cheek is as sad as this if I'm wrong
Back in an hour but I never went
I'm not making a scene and I'm not god sent
Sick of the feeling the old man said when he's right

Bleeding this silence I'm sure
I hope you are bleeding a rope

Tralalala and a finders seek
I'm not pecking at birds but I'll throw them seeds
A feather a duster won't tickle me
Coz I'm hard
I'm telling on you so I'll get the sack
A chemical blister like a barrel of laughs
If chucking it up doesn't throw you back