Most Precious Blood

Lock me in a room, throw away the room
Theres nothing left
Growing fears
Sleep for years
Wake in tears
Im on the edge
Im on the fucking edge
I swear to you
Make one move
Give me one excuse, I dare you
These words are ammunition
This voice is a gun
Not one of you is safe
Fuck you all
Turn and run
Ive learned my lesson
Life is barren and bereft
Deaccession until theres nothing left
Puttin gyou away or putting you to rest
Denial or death, which one is best? So much for trying
So what, youre dying
Better you than me
Boiling contempt
Singe and sear
No escape from here
Im on the edge
Im on teh fucking edge
I swear to you
Make one move
Give me one excuse
I dare you
These words are ammunition
This voice is a gun
Not one of you is safe
Fuck you all
Turn and run
[ Mad As The March Hare Lyrics ]