Blood of the Poor

I'm drowning in the lakes of searing eyes. Their eyes are staring at me with regret. They mill for party money, man, Tonight. They raise a glass with precious blood I pour. Oh, where from there were you gonna run to? Where from there were you gonna run to? Where from there were you gonna hide to? All alone that day. After all they leave the stumps of Skies. Fragments of their lives they can't Disguise. After all they leave the stumps of Skies. Fragments of their lives they can't Disguise. This mad cat is a beggar inside out. He's sinking rats and struggling fear and scars. They mill for party money, man, Tonight. Spill the glass with precious blood I pour. Oh, where from there were you gonna run to? Where from there were you gonna run to? Where from there were you gonna hide to? All alone that day. After all they leave the stumps of Skies. Fragments of their lives they Can't disguise. After all they leave the stumps of Skies. Fragments of their lives they Can't disguise. After all they leave the stumps of Skies. Fragments of their lives they Can't disguise. After all they leave the stumps of Skies. Fragments of their lives they can't Disguise.