Please Bleed - Ben Harper & The Innocent Criminals

I know I have good judgment I know I have good taste It's funny and it's ironic That only I feel that way I promised 'em that you're different And everyone makes mistakes But just don't I heard that you're an actor So, act like a stand-up guy Whatever devil's inside you Don't let him out tonight I tell them it's just your culture And everyone rolls their eyes Yeah, I know All I'm asking, baby Please, please, please Don't prove 'em right And please, please, please Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup, so nice Heartbreak is one thing My ego's another I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker (oh, oh-oh-oh) Please, please, please (ah-ah-ah) I have a fun idea, babe (uh-huh?) Maybe just stay inside I know you're craving some fresh air But the ceiling fan is so nice (it's so nice, right?) And we could live so happily If no one knows that you're with me I'm just kidding But really (kinda), really, really Please, please, please Don't prove 'em right And please, please, please Don't bring me to tears when I just did my makeup, so nice Heartbreak is one thing (heartbreak is one thing) My ego's another (ego's another) I beg you, don't embarrass me, motherfucker (oh, oh-oh-oh) Please, please, please (ah-ah-ah) If you wanna go and be stupid Don't do it in front of me If you don't wanna cry to my music Don't make me hate you prolifically Please, please, please (please) Please, please, please (please) Please, (please), please, (please), please (Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah) (Ah)

Beams of fire sweep through my head Thrusts of pain increasingly engaged Sensory receptors succumb And now I know all the agony My crimson liquid so frantically spilled The ruby fluid of life unleashed Ripples ascend to the surface of my eyes Their red pens drawing at random, at will A myriad pains begotten in their wake The bastard spawn of a mutinous self The regurgitation of my micro nemesis Salivating red at the prospect of my ruin, my doom Malfunction The means for its ascent Bloodletting, the stringent voice to beckon my soul So futile, any resisting tension As death-induced mechanics propel its growth The implement, the device of my extinction The terminating clockwork of my gleeful bane The definitive scourge of its mockery The end-art instruments lethality attained Heed, it commands, heed my will Bleed, it says, bleed you will Falling into the clarity of undoing Scornful gods haggle for my soul Mind's eye flickers and vellicates as I let go Taunting whispers accompany my deletion A sneering grin, the voice of my reaper Chanting softly the song of depletion

Like the wings stolen from an angel Like petals gone from a rose Like a dove caught in a storm Tonight he is in the Lord's arms The wind, it blew straight through us And whispered to me in tongues I was told I was warned Tonight he would be in the Lord's arms Tonight he is in the Lord's arms So I'll drink this wine to him With each glass a memory He left me with his crown of thorns Tonight he is in the Lord's arms Tonight he is in the Lord's arms Tonight he is in the Lord's arms