"Bleeding Scarlet" lyrics
Navy Blue, but I'm bleeding scarlet
Blood thickening on this path, will make my way regardless
I have risen, I disrupt the hardship, God's gift
Shuffle the deck and get the cards split
I chose the bow and arrow, stretching out the target
I crack a smile though my stoicism rather harmless
Hard to fall into the pit and get myself about it
I live in horror in these borders, couldn't live without 'em
Quintessential consequences were the outcome
The crown runs red, birth and bloodshed
Ooh the moon stands still when the sun sets
My lungs take breath and breathe gratitude
Hung heads in deceit, degrees and latitude
Clear skies, fear died with the baton rouge
My spirit lingered in that hollow tomb
Praise the vase to hold the vessel but my heart a tomb
Life amazing and amusing, what to make of what is ruined
A solution, music echoed in the ruins
Bruin, seething, stewing
A pair of eyes, a set of feet, free on two ends
Can only claim I'm too human
To a face, or to a race, that's the question that I'm baring
What I bore was such a nuisance
I can't wear it, can't worry, can't accommodate my daily tariff
I'm just trying to make it through
'Cause if I wake then I can't turn away in spite
I gotta learn, I know the burning will suffice
Double water, every cup of rice
Sons and daughters fall from such a height
I don't question God, I know it's only right
On a quest of loss, I found me in the light
Fell in the warmth of arms, I'm falling through the ice
Not a feather harmed, wings are for the flight
Every blessed scar healed to serve a life
My life, my story
My plight, my glory
My knife, my blood
My fight for my love
My life, my story
My plight, my glory
My knife, my blood
My fight for my love
My life, my story
My plight, my glory
My knife, my blood
My fight for my love
My life, my story
My plight, my glory
My knife, my blood
My fight for my love
This feeling sprang up of itself, organically, automatically, like the rotting hull of a seed forming the soil in which it must grow again. And under and above it all, there was the fear of death, before which he was naked and without defense. He had to go forward and meet his end, like any other living thing upon the earth.
Blood thickening on this path, will make my way regardless
I have risen, I disrupt the hardship, God's gift
Shuffle the deck and get the cards split
I chose the bow and arrow, stretching out the target
I crack a smile though my stoicism rather harmless
Hard to fall into the pit and get myself about it
I live in horror in these borders, couldn't live without 'em
Quintessential consequences were the outcome
The crown runs red, birth and bloodshed
Ooh the moon stands still when the sun sets
My lungs take breath and breathe gratitude
Hung heads in deceit, degrees and latitude
Clear skies, fear died with the baton rouge
My spirit lingered in that hollow tomb
Praise the vase to hold the vessel but my heart a tomb
Life amazing and amusing, what to make of what is ruined
A solution, music echoed in the ruins
Bruin, seething, stewing
A pair of eyes, a set of feet, free on two ends
Can only claim I'm too human
To a face, or to a race, that's the question that I'm baring
What I bore was such a nuisance
I can't wear it, can't worry, can't accommodate my daily tariff
I'm just trying to make it through
'Cause if I wake then I can't turn away in spite
I gotta learn, I know the burning will suffice
Double water, every cup of rice
Sons and daughters fall from such a height
I don't question God, I know it's only right
On a quest of loss, I found me in the light
Fell in the warmth of arms, I'm falling through the ice
Not a feather harmed, wings are for the flight
Every blessed scar healed to serve a life
My life, my story
My plight, my glory
My knife, my blood
My fight for my love
My life, my story
My plight, my glory
My knife, my blood
My fight for my love
My life, my story
My plight, my glory
My knife, my blood
My fight for my love
My life, my story
My plight, my glory
My knife, my blood
My fight for my love
This feeling sprang up of itself, organically, automatically, like the rotting hull of a seed forming the soil in which it must grow again. And under and above it all, there was the fear of death, before which he was naked and without defense. He had to go forward and meet his end, like any other living thing upon the earth.
Writer(s): Sage Elsesser
