bleeding bells

there's no place to lay my dead

when i can't stay awake

the growth i need is fettered with fear

my heels dug in my place

keep your heart clasped into your hands

your family just knows half of where you've been

the indian summer is better than nothing

burn the sun in my skin

bleeding bells of inner guilt

salvation rays are thin

i say to myself you don't need anyone

this world is fucked just as you have become

i stand as a man who's seen many things

my youth has made me strong

i see the fraught of the words i have said

got nothing for anyone

the words that i speak are like the clinging hell

the songs that i sing been poisoning your well

hands in my pockets and down on my knees

i beg for will to change

i've spun around from the wheel that i spin

in one week i'll be the same