I'll Bleed Myself Dry lyrics by O Desolation. I got blood on my hands, cure me, priest. I am your vanity, I am your quiestionairre. I got money in my pocket....
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I got blood on my hands,
cure me, priest.
I am your vanity,
I am your quiestionairre.
I got money in my pocket.
Fix me up, America.
I am your apathy,
I am your fuck up.
I am a ballet,
a quartet of repressed progression,
a comfortable CEO.
I am love,
a man of god and war,
a true christian soul.
God bless my USA.
I'll bleed my red onto your white and blue,
to prove you're deepening your hole.
I'll bleed myself dry,
my militant lady liberty.
God Bless my USA.
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