If a god can bleed, then I'll bleed you out

If a god can bleed, then I'll bleed you out

Like a god can bleed, then I'll bleed you out

If a god can bleed, then I'll bleed you out

The news came down with the first winter rain

Word on the street is there's rust on the blade

Everybody knows that everybody talks

Blood on the breeze draws the worms from the woodwork

They say "god has lost his shine"

"Troubles red rivers lace the whites of his eyes"

They laugh at your back, until they laugh at your face

‘Cause word on the street is there's rust on the blade

(If a god can bleed, then I'll bleed you out)

Champagnе smile with a cocaine heart

Hollow in thе middle and the edges gone soft

If you don't stay sharp, then you just get cut

Fat little piggy with his head on the block

"Lost your edge, dulled your shine"

"Fear runs red in the gutters of your mind"

Now the laughter pours down like the cold winter rain

(Haahahaahahaa Haahahaahahaa)

‘Cause word on the street is there's rust on the blade

(If a god can bleed)

(If a god can bleed)

(If a god can bleed)

(If a god can bleed)

If a god can bleed, then I'll bleed you out

If a god can bleed, then I'll bleed you out

Like a god can bleed, then I'll bleed you out

If a god can bleed, then I'll bleed you out

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