"Dynamite Hemorrhage" as written by and Ridgeway Desjardins....
No purpose in talking, we're just wasting time
Every room you walk in is the scene of a crime
The flames are inhibitors on every city block
Your whole fucking day is a race against the clock

Oh, no more social life
Oh, no more social life
If I have to see them again
I'll pound in the knife

To breathe's a chronic horror that cripples every thought
You can't fight the war, it's already been fought
No inspiration, no insight is coming to light
What are you existing for? You've lost all sight

Oh, yes, hemorrhage in my hand
Oh, yes, hemorrhage in my hand
Time to blast a path
Through this astonished land

In the City's kitchen, God shoves you in the oven
You want to die quick? Then don't talk, just listen
But I can take slow death, I'll beat the Plan
I'll become divine since I'm leading the damned

Oh, yes, hemorrhage in my hand
Oh, yes, hemorrhage in my hand
Going to dynamite the ground
On which you stand


Lyrics submitted by teenageriot-1

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