Fil Corbitt - Spitting Blood Lyrics
I'll be the slime on the backs of your teethI'll be the cuts on the soles of your feetI'll be the knife worn through your sheathI'll be the dry rot at the base of the treesI'll be the bloodstains in your sheetsI'll be the aphids in your wheatI am the scabs on the soles of your feetI am the cuts in the gaps of your teethI'm spitting blood, these swollen gums are getting softer.I'm spitting blood, pools in my hands lands near my feet.