chernobyl-dog

[chernobyl-dog]

The Way You believe In God I Believe There Is A Gun To My Head

I believe in you truly

I count the words clear

I believe that time duly

Does fade, dissapear

I believe when you say it

You believing in god

That you cannot display it

So I smile and nod

For it can not be true if

It cannot be held

You can't hide it or move it

Neither seen nor be smelled

While you seem not to notice

I fear it be said

For I know not who holds it

This gun to my head

And the chamber is loaded

The barrel to brow

But still I won't show it

And must disavow

There is a gun to my head

That cannot be seen

And I know what I have said

And know what that means

That this gun to my head

It aint real to you

So believing I'm dying

Don't make that shit true

[chernobyl-dog]

Bleed On You

You pure as crystal, clear as glass

A glassy smile as she walk past

But past alone, alone shades sun

The son in me has come undone

Undone the skin, for this seems true

i'd cut myself to bleed on you

You mean as heaven, cold as fire

Fire burnt and broken, tired

Tired, true, enough to sleep

A sleep too sound, too long, too deep

And deep the blade bring reddish hue

i'd cut myself to bleed on you

You knowing me, enough to be

Be gone forever, burning free

Freedom i know, you gave me some

Some chased with poison, honest rum

And rum through mem'ries left askew

i'd cut myself to bleed on you

You still hold something, do you share

Share with me to make it fair

For fair i seek still through the fog

A foggy look to epilogue

An epilogue of heart abused

i'd cut myself to bleed on you