What fresh hell is this?
Where wounds do not congeal
Where time does not heal
And every word is a mistake
It's always a game of give or take
Where do I exist?
In the folds of my jacket
Or between the gritted teeth
Of your soft machine
Spit me out and watch me bleed
Is this misery or bliss?
Am I contented or am I sick?
A wretched wreck, a stupid kid?
Give it to me cut and dry
Go ahead and eat now
Or it'll get cold
Go ahead and eat now
Or it'll get cold
Wilson D. Blake - Fresh Hell Lyrics
Wilson D. Blake - Fresh Hell Lyrics
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What fresh hell is this?
Where wounds do not congeal
Where time does not heal
And every word is a mistake
It's always a game of give or take
Where do I exist?
In the folds of my jacket
Or between the gritted teeth
Of your soft machine
Spit me out and watch me bleed
Is this misery or bliss?
Am I contented or am I sick?
A wretched wreck, a stupid kid?
Give it to me cut and dry
Go ahead and eat now
Or it'll get cold
Go ahead and eat now
Or it'll get cold
Where wounds do not congeal
Where time does not heal
And every word is a mistake
It's always a game of give or take
Where do I exist?
In the folds of my jacket
Or between the gritted teeth
Of your soft machine
Spit me out and watch me bleed
Is this misery or bliss?
Am I contented or am I sick?
A wretched wreck, a stupid kid?
Give it to me cut and dry
Go ahead and eat now
Or it'll get cold
Go ahead and eat now
Or it'll get cold
Writer: Wilson Blake
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