Blood Drive

Self inflicted the wound

I bled for you, come now and bleed for me too

Then stitch me up again

Can't see the shape of your face

But your eyes let my sun rise, blanket my mind

Uncover me again

Dead flowers on the wall vultures in the den

Got a long list of foes and a shorter list of friends

Bury my heart in the woods

Spread my remains close by where the weeping willow stood

I'll be born again