Bad Blood
Radical Face
The hole in the floor boards
The cot near the front door
The moon was gone from sight the
World was dark as nightmares
You took all my fears and
You wrapped them in wonders
But there's no magic inside the moon
It's just a rock you can't reach
I was never the sharp knife
But I was never the dull mind
I was somewhere in between
A thorn an acquiescent
So you said it was for me
When you tried to break me
Well you can save your breath
I know, I'm not the kind you pray for
Took a river of bad blood
But now I see where we came from
Can't grow a proper branch when
Half the trunk is rotten
And you swore that it hurt you
While pushing your knife through
Well you can save your breath
I know, we're not the kind you'll pray for