The Dotted Line - Irrelevant

Scrape the wound

and put the salt right in its place

and make it cleaner for view

Tend the wound and make the perfect crimson stain that makes it real for you.

And you will come undone.

And you will come undone.

And you will come undone.

That’s when the test will come.

I’d spill your blood on the dotted line

and strip the soul of validity

One more time.

I’d spill your blood on the dotted line

and strip the soul of validity

One more time.

I’d spill your blood on the dotted line

and strip the soul of validity

One more time.

I’d spill your blood on the dotted line

and strip the soul of validity

One more time.

Scrape the wound

and put the salt right in its place

and make it cleaner for view

Tend the wound and make the perfect crimson stain that makes it real for you.

And you will come undone.

And you will come undone.

And you will come undone.

That’s when the test will come.

I’d spill your blood on the dotted line

and strip the soul of validity

One more time.

I’d spill your blood on the dotted line

and strip the soul of validity

One more time.

I’d spill your blood on the dotted line

and strip the soul of validity

One more time.

I’d spill your blood on the dotted line

and strip the soul of validity

One more time.

You live the lie.

You let it roll right from the tongue.

I recognise the act but only stand the presence for so long.

I’d spill your blood on the dotted line.

A travesty in name without a hope, who lives in recognition.

I’d spill your blood on the dotted line

and strip the soul of validity

One more time.

I’d spill your blood on the dotted line

and strip the soul of validity

One more time.

I’d spill your blood on the dotted line

and strip the soul of validity

One more time.

I’d spill your blood on the dotted line

and strip the soul of validity

One more time.