Bloodlines, just cracks in the old Earth, Markings to lead the way home. So pour mine along the path that was made for us Believing we’d reach the end whole. (“Who is that rapping at my chamber door? It’s just a stranger and nothing more.”) Bloodlines, the k**er within me. A constant reminder of where I come from, And who I’ll become. She’s my angel, she kept me safe. Her love, it cast off all my rage But I am vengeance, and I am cheap. I’m the fire that burned the walls inside her every dream.
Weight, push down on me And I can feel it in my bones that there’s a ghost waking. I was not made for love, Just a raindrop thrown from the storm of temper’s rage, And my bones are clay, cursed with forevermore. She’s my angel, she kept me safe. Her love, it cast off all my rage But I am vengeance, and I am cheap. It’s only time that separates me from my destiny. “Who is that rapping at my chamber door? It’s just a stranger and nothing more.”