Mark Heathcote (22/03/66 / Manchester)
I’ve got pain but let me take a litmus test
Cause now I’m in over my head
And blood is coursing a crimson red
Rage and anger contort to a breaking thread
Oh I’ve got pain but let me take a litmus test
Blue is an expression but it doesn’t explain
The nonsense going on in my head
Oh by god how I wish I was dead
So I’ve found me a cave and I lived there
Till the vampires all vacated
Because even for them it hurt to be there
Alive among my own; living, dead.
And now I’m tunnelling at a subterranean level
Because honey you lit the flame
And said I’ve passed your very own litmus test
So now I’m tunnelling to exclaim
I’m going to give you
And my new life, my very level best.
Because I passed your very own litmus test.
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