Blood - Selfish Things, Andy Leo

I am disease, a violent dream

A prophet in a pulpit where the truth can bleed

I wanna scream, make you believe

And shake you to the core of your entire being

You choke me up and cut me down

Now my tongue is racing faster than the speed of sound

You choke me up and cut me down

Now my tongue is racing faster than the speed of sound

Than the speed of sound

White blood cells running, running, running

Running through my veins

White blood cells running, running, running

Running through my veins

Are you afraid?

Are you ashamed?

I feel your pain, it’s rushing through collapsing veins

Malignant brain, so cold and fake

A diagnosis coming that you can’t explain

White blood cells running, running, running

Running through my veins

White blood cells running, running, running

Running through my veins

White blood cells running, running, running

Running through my veins

You choke me up and cut me down

Now my tongue is racing faster than the speed of sound

You choke me up and cut me down

Now my tongue is racing faster than the speed of sound

Than the speed of sound

White blood cells running, running, running

Running through my veins

White blood cells running, running, running

Running through my veins

White blood cells running, running, running

Running through my veins

White blood cells running, running, running

Running through my veins