Daylight Bombings Lyrics - Singles - The Bled

The air raids at night are keeping things serene 

The president's men are closing in on me 

And the crosshair grin you hold me in 

Still does not propose an argument 

Convincing me to shed the devil's clothes 

Electrodes to spine, it's tonguing my wounds clean 

That's when the nightmare stops, oh yeah 

I had a dream, I had a dream it went 

I shackled to the lover of another in a chapel so pristine 

Well, Baptized at atheists, I never felt to clean 

The more I hear doves cry, the less I want to fly 

The more I hear them crying out 

When does the seizure end? 

When does the cyanide kick in? 

I'd like to hike you up over the 

Waste of love and back again 

Oh my mistress, whoa, sweet distress 

Your dress is bringing it all back to me 

And we are closer than whores 

Caught up in a roundabout in Hell 

Twilight isn't in the dark on this one 

You can play me out on the hotel floor 

Twilight isn't in the dark on this one 

You can play me out 

The more I hear doves cry, the less I want to fly 

The more I hear those doves crying 

This is where the plot thickens 

Not behind the ribs but below the truth 

You can use your sleuth 

'Cause I'm begging for proof 

This is where the plot thickens 

Not behind the ribs but below the truth 

You can use your sleuth 

'Cause I'm begging for proof, begging for proof 

When does the seizure end? 

When does the cyanide kick in? 

I'd like to hike you up over the 

Waste of love and back again 

Oh my mistress, whoa sweet distress 

Your dress is bringing it all back to me 

And we are closer than whores 

Caught up in a roundabout 

No need to run away 

The pig was snuffed and laid 

We saw this happening all on the front page 

This is the last time we bet on landmines 

We've got a lot riding on this one 

So save your bullets for the call back 

We've got a lot riding on this one 

Don't turn your back till you see the blood flow back