Bleed me out, hemorrhaging impiety
Mind of a menace, and a blemish on society
Got a Mouth chock fulla heresy and sin
And fridge fulla hearts, body parts and limbs
Mic check, six hundred, three score and then six more
Articles of torture, decorating church walls
Fall when I'm kicking in the door and I spit
Black tar on the pages you wield like a weapon
I step into the cold cathedral
Everybody yells "heathen" but god can't hear you
But I don't catch fire touchin holy water
And I'm only droppin by to desecrate some alters like
You can't stop or exorcise this
Misfit, faceless, dark and demonized shit
This the kinda noise that your preachers bleed to
For a crimson baptism of non-believers
See the darkness thriving
Despite your ostracizing
We bring the lost to life
With inverted crosses flying
And when you miss the rapture
I'll be right beside you
Cause your whole motherf*ckin
Congregations been lied to
The only hell's right here on earth
I been a skeptic on it ever since my date of birth
And when I spray my verse
I leave em cursed and twisted (FUBAR)
F*cked up beyond all recognition
Every red drop hits the page a little different
The angel on my shoulders feeling pretty distant
So I let it bleed out on a blank page
Just a little bit of color for these dark days
No name ghosts from a flawed soul hollow
Following the blind robots to tomorrow
Into the blood stained halls of sepulchers
Painted up in crimson, the mind imprisoned oh
Beneath the floorboards
The hidden hearts beat
The sounds drowned by the rhythm as we march feet
Another sucker in it every minute born
With their fingers in their ears so they can't hear the warnings
Interrupt your broadcast
Max headroom
Hypnotize your thoughts
Let the devils level set
Tune in for the daily stats
Maybe facts, maybe fiction
Either way every day they can listen
The radio waves found a little space
Safe, stuffed in the crevices and wrinkles of your brain
So your thoughts eventuate and materialize
Into ads on a screen flashing right before your eyes
Super size, blow it up
Split the atom let go
Let's disco-f*ckin-nect from the matrix
All willfully ignorant, impersonal and jaded
We're not alone floating in this little space station
Ice drips from the cold hard truth
Try to read between the lines
Cut the lies and let loose
You could fall asleep fake and try to
Placate the tyrants
Or break away, make a name and
Break the silence
Every red drop hits the page a little different
The angel on my shoulders feeling pretty distant
So I let it bleed out on a blank page
Just a little bit of color for these dark days
Every red drop hits the page a little different
The angel on my shoulders feeling pretty distant
So I let it bleed out on a blank page
Just a little bit of color for these dark days
Skeptik - Bleed Out Lyrics
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Bleed me out, hemorrhaging impiety
Mind of a menace, and a blemish on society
Got a Mouth chock fulla heresy and sin
And fridge fulla hearts, body parts and limbs
Mic check, six hundred, three score and then six more
Articles of torture, decorating church walls
Fall when I'm kicking in the door and I spit
Black tar on the pages you wield like a weapon
I step into the cold cathedral
Everybody yells "heathen" but god can't hear you
But I don't catch fire touchin holy water
And I'm only droppin by to desecrate some alters like
You can't stop or exorcise this
Misfit, faceless, dark and demonized shit
This the kinda noise that your preachers bleed to
For a crimson baptism of non-believers
See the darkness thriving
Despite your ostracizing
We bring the lost to life
With inverted crosses flying
And when you miss the rapture
I'll be right beside you
Cause your whole motherf*ckin
Congregations been lied to
The only hell's right here on earth
I been a skeptic on it ever since my date of birth
And when I spray my verse
I leave em cursed and twisted (FUBAR)
F*cked up beyond all recognition
Every red drop hits the page a little different
The angel on my shoulders feeling pretty distant
So I let it bleed out on a blank page
Just a little bit of color for these dark days
No name ghosts from a flawed soul hollow
Following the blind robots to tomorrow
Into the blood stained halls of sepulchers
Painted up in crimson, the mind imprisoned oh
Beneath the floorboards
The hidden hearts beat
The sounds drowned by the rhythm as we march feet
Another sucker in it every minute born
With their fingers in their ears so they can't hear the warnings
Interrupt your broadcast
Max headroom
Hypnotize your thoughts
Let the devils level set
Tune in for the daily stats
Maybe facts, maybe fiction
Either way every day they can listen
The radio waves found a little space
Safe, stuffed in the crevices and wrinkles of your brain
So your thoughts eventuate and materialize
Into ads on a screen flashing right before your eyes
Super size, blow it up
Split the atom let go
Let's disco-f*ckin-nect from the matrix
All willfully ignorant, impersonal and jaded
We're not alone floating in this little space station
Ice drips from the cold hard truth
Try to read between the lines
Cut the lies and let loose
You could fall asleep fake and try to
Placate the tyrants
Or break away, make a name and
Break the silence
Every red drop hits the page a little different
The angel on my shoulders feeling pretty distant
So I let it bleed out on a blank page
Just a little bit of color for these dark days
Every red drop hits the page a little different
The angel on my shoulders feeling pretty distant
So I let it bleed out on a blank page
Just a little bit of color for these dark days
Mind of a menace, and a blemish on society
Got a Mouth chock fulla heresy and sin
And fridge fulla hearts, body parts and limbs
Mic check, six hundred, three score and then six more
Articles of torture, decorating church walls
Fall when I'm kicking in the door and I spit
Black tar on the pages you wield like a weapon
I step into the cold cathedral
Everybody yells "heathen" but god can't hear you
But I don't catch fire touchin holy water
And I'm only droppin by to desecrate some alters like
You can't stop or exorcise this
Misfit, faceless, dark and demonized shit
This the kinda noise that your preachers bleed to
For a crimson baptism of non-believers
See the darkness thriving
Despite your ostracizing
We bring the lost to life
With inverted crosses flying
And when you miss the rapture
I'll be right beside you
Cause your whole motherf*ckin
Congregations been lied to
The only hell's right here on earth
I been a skeptic on it ever since my date of birth
And when I spray my verse
I leave em cursed and twisted (FUBAR)
F*cked up beyond all recognition
Every red drop hits the page a little different
The angel on my shoulders feeling pretty distant
So I let it bleed out on a blank page
Just a little bit of color for these dark days
No name ghosts from a flawed soul hollow
Following the blind robots to tomorrow
Into the blood stained halls of sepulchers
Painted up in crimson, the mind imprisoned oh
Beneath the floorboards
The hidden hearts beat
The sounds drowned by the rhythm as we march feet
Another sucker in it every minute born
With their fingers in their ears so they can't hear the warnings
Interrupt your broadcast
Max headroom
Hypnotize your thoughts
Let the devils level set
Tune in for the daily stats
Maybe facts, maybe fiction
Either way every day they can listen
The radio waves found a little space
Safe, stuffed in the crevices and wrinkles of your brain
So your thoughts eventuate and materialize
Into ads on a screen flashing right before your eyes
Super size, blow it up
Split the atom let go
Let's disco-f*ckin-nect from the matrix
All willfully ignorant, impersonal and jaded
We're not alone floating in this little space station
Ice drips from the cold hard truth
Try to read between the lines
Cut the lies and let loose
You could fall asleep fake and try to
Placate the tyrants
Or break away, make a name and
Break the silence
Every red drop hits the page a little different
The angel on my shoulders feeling pretty distant
So I let it bleed out on a blank page
Just a little bit of color for these dark days
Every red drop hits the page a little different
The angel on my shoulders feeling pretty distant
So I let it bleed out on a blank page
Just a little bit of color for these dark days
Writer: Topher Jackson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid