"Blood Runs Hot" lyrics

Growing up and I'm growing thin
But my hands can't reach the handle
To the door where the ever fragile change begins

Nail imprints in palms of fists
Am I just one among the cattle?
Would I have picked the apple in the end?

Now there's dirt inside the basin where my water used to flow
I mourn the boy I was and scorn the vagrant he has grown
Sorrow lurks within my laughter like a jester when alone
All that once was bright has left the balance long ago

The buried damned don't get a
Second chance to come clean
So who am I to mutter "life is low"
When fresh blood runs hot in me
Oh, this ground will never hold it crumbles round my feet
But I'm still standing here and that don't make sense
It don't make sense, it don't make sense to me

Rip a hole in my shirt throw dust on my head
The bliss is no more the passion is dead
I'd swim coast to coast search worlds down below
Make deals with ghouls to take me to when my

Skin was a little bit tighter and I wasn't dumb to dream
When I didn't need to maim my liver just to walk these crowded streets
Golden youth lays on the pyre built to burn the best of me
What escaped the fire holds only grief and misery

The buried damned don't get a
Second chance to come clean
So who am I to mutter "life is low"
When fresh blood runs hot in me
Oh, this ground will never hold it crumbles round my feet
But I'm still standing here and that don't make sense
It don't make sense, it don't make sense to me

When I'm old and reach the end of my days
Oh, I'll look back and I'll laugh at this dismay
Oh, I feel the sun, I feel the rain, I feel it all
And I'll tell myself that feeling is okay

The buried damned don't get a
Second chance to come clean
Who am I to mutter "life is low"
When fresh blood runs hot in me
When blood runs hot in me
When blood runs hot in me
The blood runs hot in me