days are blood
Singer:descendents
bleeding like a fountain pen
alarm clock rips open my eyes
staring at the black spots before my eyes
mirror showing bloodshot eyes
another day on the 9 to 5
bleeding like a fountain pen
you tell me it's better to give than to receive
so tell me why is it you that's bleeding me
see the traces of yesterday
and as i watch the evening news
telling me of the day's slaughter
spilling innards on my dreams
as i bleed cold sleep sweat