Burn The Priest - Bloodletting lyrics

Archaic methods transfer through well in the face of mass denial.

Bitterness fuels the mode for the escape of mediocrity.

Stepping the grate, shattered nerves ground down to a glass edge carrying me away.

Bloodletting a favorite game of solitaire.

A suicide mission destined to fail, a moving ladder to climb taking me away.

I wouldn't have it any other way.