Bleeding Scarlet

Lyrics: Sage Elsesser Music: Sage Elsesser [Verse] Navy Blue, but I'm bleeding scarlet Blood thickening on this path, will make my way regardless I have risen, I disrupt the hardship, God's gift Shuffle the deck and get the cards split I chose the bow and arrow, stretching out the target I crack a smile though my stoicism rather harmless Hard to fall into the pit and get myself about it I live in horror in these borders, couldn't live without 'em Quintessential consequences were the outcome The crown runs red, birth and bloodshed Ooh the moon stands still when the sun sets My lungs take breath and breathe gratitude Hung heads in deceit, degrees and latitude Clear skies, fear died with the baton rouge My spirit lingered in that hollow tomb Praise the vase to hold the vessel but my heart a tomb Life amazing and amusing, what to make of what is ruined A solution, music echoed in the ruins Bruin, seething, stewing A pair of eyes, a set of feet, free on two ends Can only claim I'm too human To a face, or to a race, that's the question that I'm baring What I bore was such a nuisance I can't wear it, can't worry, can't accommodate my daily tariff I'm just trying to make it through 'Cause if I wake then I can't turn away in spite I gotta learn, I know the burning will suffice Double water, every cup of rice Sons and daughters fall from such a height I don't question God, I know it's only right On a quest of loss, I found me in the light Fell in the warmth of arms, I'm falling through the ice Not a feather harmed, wings are for the flight Every blessed scar healed to serve a life

[Chorus] My life, my story My plight, my glory My knife, my blood My fight for my love My life, my story My plight, my glory My knife, my blood My fight for my love My life, my story My plight, my glory My knife, my blood My fight for my love My life, my story My plight, my glory My knife, my blood My fight for my love

[Outro] This feeling sprang up of itself, organically, automatically, like the rotting hull of a seed forming the soil in which it must grow again And under and above it all, there was the fear of death, before which he was naked and without defense He had to go forward and meet his end, like any other living thing upon the earth