Bleeding Soul
A beauty, deeply passionate, emotive folk song. Acoustic guitar & touching male vocals. Lyrics talk about remorse and regret. Sadness, loss, despair. The track will fit productions dealing with prison, judgement, conviction and bitter feelings.
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Lyrics
I bit myself today
Lost all my self control
I’m such a bloody mess
With duck tape it won’t show
I strap these feelings on
With grappling hooks and chains
And, carefully contemplate
How guilt can leave a bloody stain
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Shipwrecked far from home
This crisis of my youth
Come join my battle zone
If you want truth, I’ll give you proof
My mind a reservoir
Of crazy crooked pain
My spirit still at war with my demons
I don’t dare to name (they have my name)
I drag my crooked leg
Down streets I used to own
And, wrap my bleeding soul
Round blessings I should have known
Now, in my cheaters chair
I carefully cut and paste
My precious thoughts and dreams
To please the judge and the magistrate
- (chorus) -
- (bridge) –
With a felon’s sense of pride
And a convict’s private creed
I tempt the gods to turn on me
But, I only steel what I need
- (chorus) -
I bit myself today
Lost all my self control
I’m such a bloody mess
With duck tape it won’t show
I strap these feelings on
With grappling hooks and chains
And, carefully contemplate
How guilt can leave a bloody stain
- (chorus) -
Shipwrecked far from home
This crisis of my youth
Come join my battle zone
If you want truth, I’ll give you proof
My mind a reservoir
Of crazy crooked pain
My spirit still at war with my demons
I don’t dare to name (they have my name)
I drag my crooked leg
Down streets I used to own
And, wrap my bleeding soul
Round blessings I should have known
Now, in my cheaters chair
I carefully cut and paste
My precious thoughts and dreams
To please the judge and the magistrate
- (chorus) -
- (bridge) –
With a felon’s sense of pride
And a convict’s private creed
I tempt the gods to turn on me
But, I only steel what I need
- (chorus) -