"The Price Of Blood" lyrics
You're here
Come in
She sat across from him in his kitchen
Thanking him for making time for her
It been a minute
A lot happened since he got kicked off-screen
The last they exchanged words they were off-screen
Look, I'll speak direct and truthfully
I'm moving really far away
Bigger city, better opportunities
There's nothing for me here but suffering and despair
My last ever request: if you love him, don't interfere
She took a thousand dollars out her saturated purse
And pleaded earnestly
"I need you to sign some paperwork"
One single signature was just the key to all her problems
Giving her full custody and freedom to move on then
Anxiety
What if he refused out of spite?
If he took her to court it'd likely ruin his life
Or whatever's left of it
With the boozes yet to strip
He's been knocking on death's door prepared to enter it
He leaned forward in his chair and looked straight
With no ruminating needed for what he was bout to say
Up from the heart to the edges of his tongue
He spoke clearly: "I ain't sellin' my son
That's my god damned son"
In that moment, she saw the man she once fell in love with
The caring person, unwavering the un-corrupted
The one she once could listen to from sunset to dusk
Before the disillusion of this state led to dysfunction
The economic collapse in solemn humiliation
The slatingly benefited white Slavic populations
While the rest rotted out of sight
In the slums, fighting for a gram pocket to survive
It ain't right
Mixed emotions, she wasn't sure how to approach this
She wished not to insult him, and yet she needed closure
Ever so nervously she tried a new appeal
"What about two grand?"
He said, "Deal"
Come in
She sat across from him in his kitchen
Thanking him for making time for her
It been a minute
A lot happened since he got kicked off-screen
The last they exchanged words they were off-screen
Look, I'll speak direct and truthfully
I'm moving really far away
Bigger city, better opportunities
There's nothing for me here but suffering and despair
My last ever request: if you love him, don't interfere
She took a thousand dollars out her saturated purse
And pleaded earnestly
"I need you to sign some paperwork"
One single signature was just the key to all her problems
Giving her full custody and freedom to move on then
Anxiety
What if he refused out of spite?
If he took her to court it'd likely ruin his life
Or whatever's left of it
With the boozes yet to strip
He's been knocking on death's door prepared to enter it
He leaned forward in his chair and looked straight
With no ruminating needed for what he was bout to say
Up from the heart to the edges of his tongue
He spoke clearly: "I ain't sellin' my son
That's my god damned son"
In that moment, she saw the man she once fell in love with
The caring person, unwavering the un-corrupted
The one she once could listen to from sunset to dusk
Before the disillusion of this state led to dysfunction
The economic collapse in solemn humiliation
The slatingly benefited white Slavic populations
While the rest rotted out of sight
In the slums, fighting for a gram pocket to survive
It ain't right
Mixed emotions, she wasn't sure how to approach this
She wished not to insult him, and yet she needed closure
Ever so nervously she tried a new appeal
"What about two grand?"
He said, "Deal"
