Slow Bleed
Shake, shake off the dust
Clear your mind
Watch your sky burn shades of orange
Taste the flora
You are my end
You are my disease
I await your punishment with eagerness
Time is such a bitter thing
Turn me into your fiend
I lie awake somewhere between
Consciousness and blissful dream
I like my cage under lock and key
Distant danger boy, won't you discomfort me?
Time is such a bitter thing
Turn me into your fiend
I am ashamed of me
Life becomes a slow bleed
And if I ever get to sleep
I will haunt you in your dreams
Writer/s: Danger Boy
