I prick my finger to see if it's true
To see if i'm the one they talk about whose blood will turn blue
All the blood and sweat and tears through the years
Will sneak away through a sieve
The sieve of fear
When i live my life it's all for my own
But you proverbial sinner and you want to throw a stone
The pa**ion for expression's never left my bone
And your pa**ion for aggression has never really shown
But when a love finds you, you gotta let it bloom
'cause you'll never really grow
With all your judgement tossed around
Pa**ing sentence on
But my feet are on the ground
...and the blood from my heart still bleeds
Within a lost direction and a shedded tear
There's a chance to get away to see what's really here
Get away to see what's there
There's real biographies, geographies
Hell there's hookers and there's queers
So much to see without apologies
Until the judgement's clear
Ain't they so tossed around
Pa**ing the sentence on
But my feet are on the ground
And the blood from my heart still bleeds
The blood from my heart for my art still bleeds.