If a God Can Bleed

If a God can bleed, then I'll bleed you out
If a God can bleed, then I'll bleed you out
Like a God can bleed, then I'll bleed you out
If a God can bleed, then I'll bleed you out

The news came down with the first winter rain
Word on the street is there's rust on the blade
Everybody knows that everybody talks
Blood on the breeze draws the worms from the woodwork

They say God has lost his shine
Troubles red rivers lace the whites of his eyes
They laugh at your back, until they laugh at your face
‘Cause word on the street is there's rust on the blade

Champagne smilе with a cocaine heart
Hollow in the middlе and the edges gone soft
If you don't stay sharp, then you just get cut
Fat little piggy with his head on the block
Lost your edge, dulled your shine
Fear runs red in the gutters of your mind
Now the laughter pours down like the cold winter rain

‘Cause word on the street is there's rust on the blade

If a God can bleed, then I'll bleed you out
If a God can bleed, then I'll bleed you out
Like a God can bleed, then I'll bleed you out
If a God can bleed, then I'll bleed you out

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