Tom McRae
Bloodless
This train don't stop at the stations of the cross, no reasons left to believe.
Trying to stay to stay awake gave yourself a cafeine headache to hide the taste of sleep.
In choosing to forget you cut away the safety net that holds your heart, holds your heart.
And you go in search of youth, touching up your empire roots, but these days we don't know how to march.
Satisfied with a knife in your spine, you're bloodless.
So tell me again, what am I feeling ? You know me so well,
So what am I feeling and how can you tell ? I've got a feeling, you don't know.
We think that we're the ones, we're the bright unconquered suns,
Wait a while, we'll watch the light grow stale.
And we smell so very clean but we're the oil in this machine... And this machine...
This machine is going wrong.
So choose your sides, when it comes to the fight, you're bloodless.
So tell me again, what am I feeling ? You know me so well,
So what am I feeling and how can you tell ? I've got a feeling, you don't know.
You choose your side but in the fight I see your blood run white your blood run white,
And I've seen it all before... And I see it again.
So tell me again, what am I feeling ? You know me so well,
So what am I feeeling and how can you tell ? I've got a feeling, you don't know
Trying to stay to stay awake gave yourself a cafeine headache to hide the taste of sleep.
In choosing to forget you cut away the safety net that holds your heart, holds your heart.
And you go in search of youth, touching up your empire roots, but these days we don't know how to march.
Satisfied with a knife in your spine, you're bloodless.
So tell me again, what am I feeling ? You know me so well,
So what am I feeling and how can you tell ? I've got a feeling, you don't know.
We think that we're the ones, we're the bright unconquered suns,
Wait a while, we'll watch the light grow stale.
And we smell so very clean but we're the oil in this machine... And this machine...
This machine is going wrong.
So choose your sides, when it comes to the fight, you're bloodless.
So tell me again, what am I feeling ? You know me so well,
So what am I feeling and how can you tell ? I've got a feeling, you don't know.
You choose your side but in the fight I see your blood run white your blood run white,
And I've seen it all before... And I see it again.
So tell me again, what am I feeling ? You know me so well,
So what am I feeeling and how can you tell ? I've got a feeling, you don't know