For the 5 of you who acknowledge this stuff, taste it!
Bloodless
Words & Music - N.N.
Open legs, closed mind, broken down, damage under the hood and low sticker price
But 100 percent woman
Fake orgasm, no sweat, close the eyes, leave the cash on the dresser before you leave
She watches and prays that there’s no violence
Shed a tear, mascara runs, broken down, wipe it clean when the next mark walks by
No longer allowed to fathom hope
Bloodless acts and guiltless crimes
Fading memories of a childhood of promise
Nightmare comes alive and you ride it
Till the last drop is shed
Cross the bridge, closed mind, don’t look back, there’s always someone just out of reach
You’re not a man, just a container
Feed a cold, let fever feast, close the eyes, wonder what she’s got in that dress
You’re not man, just a storefront mannequin
Bloodless acts and guiltless crimes
Fading memories of a childhood of promise
Nightmare comes alive and you ride it
Till the last drop is shed
We are the ones bleeding, we are the ones declining
We are the ones being spilled on the street
We are the masses dying, we are the art of tragedy
Sell us for profit after we’re gone
Deal the cards, stacked deck, poker face, lay them down when the mark is busted
Breaking bones would be much less painful
Beat the street, with a face, watch it drain, another empty shell is shared with the crowd
Eyes glazed and pride all but stripped away
Bloodless acts and guiltless crimes
Fading memories of a childhood of promise
Nightmare comes alive and you ride it
Till the last drop is shed
We are the voice of doubt, we are the ones with questions
We are the ones being left in the dark
We are the masses crying, we are the collateral
Damage destined to rip ourselves apart
Drums - John Makarewicz
Guitar - Micah Robinson
Backing Vocals & Guitar Solo - Steve Murphy
Vocals & Keys - Nick Nunziata
http://www.chud.com/demo/bloodless.mp3
Bloodless
Words & Music - N.N.
Open legs, closed mind, broken down, damage under the hood and low sticker price
But 100 percent woman
Fake orgasm, no sweat, close the eyes, leave the cash on the dresser before you leave
She watches and prays that there’s no violence
Shed a tear, mascara runs, broken down, wipe it clean when the next mark walks by
No longer allowed to fathom hope
Bloodless acts and guiltless crimes
Fading memories of a childhood of promise
Nightmare comes alive and you ride it
Till the last drop is shed
Cross the bridge, closed mind, don’t look back, there’s always someone just out of reach
You’re not a man, just a container
Feed a cold, let fever feast, close the eyes, wonder what she’s got in that dress
You’re not man, just a storefront mannequin
Bloodless acts and guiltless crimes
Fading memories of a childhood of promise
Nightmare comes alive and you ride it
Till the last drop is shed
We are the ones bleeding, we are the ones declining
We are the ones being spilled on the street
We are the masses dying, we are the art of tragedy
Sell us for profit after we’re gone
Deal the cards, stacked deck, poker face, lay them down when the mark is busted
Breaking bones would be much less painful
Beat the street, with a face, watch it drain, another empty shell is shared with the crowd
Eyes glazed and pride all but stripped away
Bloodless acts and guiltless crimes
Fading memories of a childhood of promise
Nightmare comes alive and you ride it
Till the last drop is shed
We are the voice of doubt, we are the ones with questions
We are the ones being left in the dark
We are the masses crying, we are the collateral
Damage destined to rip ourselves apart
Drums - John Makarewicz
Guitar - Micah Robinson
Backing Vocals & Guitar Solo - Steve Murphy
Vocals & Keys - Nick Nunziata
http://www.chud.com/demo/bloodless.mp3
