It drips it drips it drips it drips it drips
this blood being this blood being (it drips) this blood being
it drips
this blood being this blood being (it drips) this blood being
I welcome death I welcome death with such ease
because when I die this life goes on and with it goes me
no ghost and no wondering oh no not me
and no walking around this town for nobody to see
unfree no but my mind it has words
and those words are the reason that I put this first
it's not a curse it's a life that I love with every verse
but somehow they still have me feeling worse
how's that because it hurts and you can't deny pain
but once you become numb you vaguely remember names
then insanely you start to gain the abilities to retain
everything that you were meant to be
use it to make a name then abuse it until you're drained
then sleep on it for a day and while you sleep it's what you think
until those thoughts make you wake and then you're brought face to face
with everything that you made and you take that and give it to the world that you wanna save
can we be saved
It drips and it drops
more than sweat and tears that i've lost
the red is stained all on my thoughts
pours like paint this blood being lost
this blood being lost
(can we be saved)
this blood being lost
(can we be saved)
so much i've lost
I've been exiled i've been pushed into the ground
in the hole that I dug just so I can climb out
it's like having a meltdown is whats making me come around
and the feeling of being drowned is starting to turn my life around
see I could be left for dead or could be on my last breath
and i'll still fight like another round is coming next
at night while it's black see light through darkness
and see right through the lies that they cover like their flesh
cause that money is a devil in a dress
it does good but it does bad depending on how it's dressed
most the time it's camouflaged like enemies in your head
we're our worst injury but still physically haven't gotten hurt yet
cause when it rains yea it pours but i've enjoyed
being comforted by the rain from the storm yea that rain kept me warm
cause i'm here realizing everything I live for
and it makes me want it more
yea
and he sang
It drips and it drops
more than sweat and tears that i've lost
the red is stained all on my thoughts
pours like paint this blood being lost
this blood being lost
(can we be saved)
this blood being lost
(can we be saved)
so much i've lost
I wanna be that hero I wanna be that avenger
I wanna be made of iron and be our defender
see everyone wants a winner but thats not my purpose
I put everything aside and that's why it's worth it
that's why I walked the path that I walk through the trash that they talk
it's the filth of us all it's the blame put on god
it's the aim that is wrong directed at who's lost
objected from that cross and forced into being false
and ok with being bought but no matter what's the cost
i'm gonna spend days working on life until i'm on
full time to your attention together we bring attention
to what others fail to mention cause they're scared of our existence
scared to be persistent with trying to open doors
that's why i'm opening my life now it's time to open yours
no more time to recite this so I don't need another chorus
cause i'm onto my next song now it's time to write yours