Crowbait - The Bled

Dream poacher you lost it in a hailstorm of flies
The maggots sung under your pen in every word you wrote
Bait for the crows taunt the hungry then they call out for me
Never learner still running that broken mouth of yours over broken promises
Masquerade with the walking dead you don't look the same
Abscess face with narcotic slouch
You weren't built this way
They took dead aim exposed evidence
They washed their hands of this ordeal silenced
Your pleas some can't be saved bankrupt soul
You dove headfirst into a shallow grave what drove you to this
Now this guilt will plague my nights dream burner
I never said that you were a lost cause never better still running away on a crooked path
As crooked as your spine
Empty shell of someone I once knew
You don't speak the same
Slipping back into familiar coma you won't die in vain
I'll carry your dead weight till I fall victim to my own vices
Dead weight I'll carry yours till I fall flat on my own face
Still trying to kill all the ones you claimed left a hole in your perfect life
Still running away from the only arms who wanted you as one
And you were the only good thing left in this good for nothing town
Help me clean my filthy conscience so I can get on with pointless life
And you were the only good thing left in this good for nothing town