Bleeding Words - Elegant Machinery

Deprivation as a weapon

There is anger in the taste

As the walls come tumbling down

Clever hurting from your system

Keep your solitude at bay

Wear your face without a frown

Bleeding words in magazines

As the prophets tell their tales

Spiteful hearts and lifeless scenes

Across an empty stage

Haunting shadows in your footsteps

Breathing heavily as your run

Through the barricades you drive

A darkened figure makes you stumble

With a voice that hunts you down

Still, it makes you feel alive