Bleeding

There is

Dotted lines in the sky

In despair you might

Hung the rope too high

Hung the rope too high

You won't reach it

It doesn't even fit your neck

Your neck aches

And left is

Your bleeding skull

Your bleeding skull

Your bleeding skull

Your bones ache

Your bleeding skull

Your bones ache

Your bleeding skull

And you can't reach it

And you can't pull it

It's just too high

Your ambitions were in a fight

Inner fright

Hung the rope too high

Admit it doesn't fit your mind

Your mind in general

Genesis of the mind

Your bleeding skull

Your bleeding skull

Your bleeding skull

Your bones ache

Your bleeding skull

Your bones ache

Your bleeding skull

Genesis of mind

Genesis of mind

Your bleeding skull

Your bleeding skull

Your bleeding skull

Your bleeding skull

Your bones ache

Your bleeding skull

Your bones ache

Your bleeding skull