The Angels Bleeding With the Times song lyrics

(R. Brewster-Miller)

I spend my life

scratching in the dirt

trying to find someone to clean me up

and give back what I deserve

there's footsteps from behind

there's knocking on my door

but there's nobody there

I said I didn't need them any more

Picking up pieces

trying to make them fit

thinking about Jesus

shivering in the heat

up against the world

like a dead end kid

you spend your life

bleeding

I see faces on the ceiling

when I lie awake in bed

and I can never shed the tears

always damming up my head

it's so easy to pretend

I don't believe in

all that I said

Picking up pieces

trying to make them fit

thinking about Jesus

shivering in the heat

up against the world

like a dead end kid

you spend your life

bleeding...

You spend your life

blaming the gods

you believe in

redirecting Valentines

from Eden

you've been trying

you've been lying

you've been crucifying

you spend your life

bleeding with the times

I see myself

silhouetted at the wheel

like an alien without a friend

nothing to conceal

so I climb into the back seat

and I wonder if it's love

when it's down to getting naked

it's just like any other photograph

Picking up pieces

trying to make them fit

thinking about Jesus

shivering in the heat

up against the world

like a dead end kid

dreaming up speeches

the rebel hypocrite

only one step ahead

of lying in the street

you spend you life bleeding

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