bleeding in the blur (live)

You're fighting over crumbs
 And starving in the shit
 Burning in the garden
 As they watch over it
 Put you out to pasture
 While you're chomping at the bit
 The line between art and pain
 No longer exists
 You're bleeding in the blur
 You're dying in a ditch
 Paint the picture how you want it
 It's yours to make fit
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 I'm basking in the black on black
 While you're grinding in the gray
 A factory of cowards
 An army of inane
 Faith in numbers on the paper
 The view will never change
 Constructed just to fill the void
 You oil the machine
 You're bleeding in the blur
 You're dying in a ditch
 Paint the picture how you want it
 It's yours to make fit
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 You're bleeding in the blur
 You're dying in a ditch
 Paint the picture how you want it
 It's yours to make fit
 You're bleeding in the blur
 You're dying in a ditch
 Paint the picture how you want it
 It's yours to make fit