Judas And The Tattletales
Judas And The Tattletales - Vincent lyrics
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This D.N.A. strand tied like a noose around my neck Like a withered leaf on a sunless branch In the middle of spring... hung From my family tree, malnourished me As I breathe out of time my heart and my hell are aligned To pump a bad year of bad blood throughout my mind All these rhetorical thoughts Of ramified shame with the holes in my plot One assumes in silence anonymity's lost What I wouldn't give for a night not alone Where more than my pen could be shown Just a little piece of a little proof that I'm not my own Believing Eyes transfixed on eyes, define what's life If my hand was a gun I'd be seconds away from escape If my mind was undone I'd be moments away from your face If my hand was a gun I'd be seconds away from escape If my mind was undone...