(You Belong To The) Blood

Thanksgiving

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It's a bad world.
Ther'es a powerful force of evil.
There's a blood path
We are in denial.

We lay down in the blood, and how we try to relax.
In the places of ghosts, we superimpose, we lean back.
and with such dim headlights, just fly in to the black

It's a cold world.
It's a long long winter.
There's a short, dark day.
Until the night takes back over.

But just go ooooon, friends will scream in your cave
Just go on with your days.
You belong to the blood.
And your heart knows the way.