I dreamed I once said,

"Seems like a distant curse."

And while I heard these words,

I took a number off the shelf,

It don't matter much,

'cause every time I saw myself,

It hurt to touch.

My body bleeds all day.

What do they do?

They hurt the good;

They hurt the truth.

The fool for the cause

Seems like jaded truth.

I'm running out of time, I know.

All I do is why

My body bleeds all day

What do they do

They hurt the good

They hurt the truth

They burn the only bridge in me