Whose Blood

Saunter down my spine smiling and slowly waving
Glad to have met you, it’s time to proceed
Whose blood is that on the floor?
Whose hands have been scratching your back?
Who would you like to please today?
Him or me
The queen of bees
Or just anyone?
You tied your hands strictly
To stop you from your tiring war
You ask us to bring out the sun, oh everyday
There is no light dear where you stand
Bring out your torches and show me some light
If my feet weren’t wedged in mud I’d guide you
Bring out your torches and show me some light
If my feet weren’t wedged in mud I’d guide you
Saunter down my spine
Smiling and slowly waving
Wounds that won’t heal
You’re too proud of the scars
Whose blood is that on the floor?
Whose hands have been scratching your back?
Who will get close to you today?
Bring out your torches and show me some light
If my feet weren’t wedged in mud I’d guide you
Bring out your torches and show me some light
If my feet weren’t wedged in mud I’d guide you