Cage - Blood Boy lyrics

[Verse 1] From the sonar to the water-break, it went according to plan Then three buckets of blood would pa** through the doctor's hands He pulled the baby out, she reached for her son His first breath was spit blood being patted from his lungs They tried to clean him up, no amount of sponges Could stop it they would observe until the month ends She had to leave him there, once he started breathing air He could leave, she didn't need to be told this disease was rare She wrapped him up warm, signed forms and left By the time the elevator door opened, he was wet Lobby to the street, the sky was black, no stars Three blankets were soaked up by the time they got to the car [Hook] Blood, the red floods, hopelessly in rugs Searching to be held, but nobody wants to hug Drugged, the plot's dug; I'm only here for love So when I'm snuffed you can all pretend you gave a f** And you can all pretend you never gave up (2x) And you can all pretend you gave (2x) And you can all pretend you gave a f** [Verse 2] Christmas time wrapped up in gauze Camouflaged, sitting on Santa's lap to no applause And cause mall doors to exit the screams exiting jaws When his pores pour out it shellacs the floors Unless you are ma**ively hemorrhaging to d**h in a bath Would you ask to be sat next to Blood Boy in your cla**? In a pool of cranberry dirt and squandered skeletons The worms are technicians when you relieved of modern medicine More hemorrhaging, high school, first relationship, d**h's a friend The color red leaking from fang holes in his neck again Some long to be near it, sing songs and swear at The crowds that flock up like sheep to stare at the blood [Hook] [Verse 3] And you can all pretend you laid in blood Coat's ripped up, the line across your stomach re-opened up Before sewn shut, start to drift up then drone back in the cut After a flat-line, this could be enough Transfusion's the plug God saves about the hell in health But upon d**h came back to life as something else I know it seems dead dreams of teens are left with him Where people worship gods don't come from Bethlehem They know his name now, his brain's out Just wanted to find a way to turn the pain down Youth feed from his veins now Slowing the latency, a hole becomes a vacancy Of patiently awaiting people that pay him to make 'em see blood [Hook]