Bleeding Bells

There is no place to lay my dead

When I can't stand to wake

The growth I need is fettered with fear

My heels dug in my place

Keep your heart clasped into your hands

Your family just knows half of where you've been

The indian summer is better than nothing

It burned the sun in my skin

Bleeding bells of inner guilt

Salvation razor thin

I say to myself you don't need anyone

This world is fucked just as you have become

I stand as a man who has seen many things

My youth had made me strong

I've seen the fraud of the words I have said

I've got nothing for anyone

The words that I speak are like that clinging bell

The songs that I sing are poison in your well

With hands in my pockets and down on my knees

I beg for will to change

I've spun around from this wheel that I'm in

In one week I'll be the same