Three weeks in my bed.

Tunes in my head: Down With Disease by Phish
Atmosphere: Shitty.

i've got blood on my feet
like anaconda flesh
it's not very strange
when looked at from here
it's not valourous feat
to escape from the war
get so far from range
out of some minor fear

it's what keeps me
it's what keeps me
it's what keeps me
grounded in here

i've got some kind of raise
from people who stare
it's all so so weird
to think of those dreams
all walls can be raized
and escape can be made
from what we once feared
if for just one day

it's what keeps me
it's what keeps me
it's what keeps me
grounded in here
believe in me
and i can fly free
receive in me
annd i can die free

i've had some deceive
from some eagle's nest
they learn to detach
so scars will concede
it's all a deceit
when they go to fly
they will reattach
when time comes to give

it's what keeps me
it's what keeps me
it's what keeps me
grounded in here
believe in me
and i can fly free
receive in me
and i can die free
so don't cut me
from the hand that feeds
i'll shake it so hard
it falls to it's knees
don't cut me
from the hand that needs
i'll bite it so hard
it will always keep bleed