Desperate

Defeater

Every day and night, we're laid out, we're desperate
Every day and night, we're bloodied, we're broken
Every day and night
Every day and night

He sits and waits at the bar
He scans the room for a mark and puts the bodies to work
(We're laid out)
Raises the glass to his lips
Drinks and tries to forget the bodies washing ashore
(We're desperate)
Long for the taste and the sting
The joy and pain that it brings
To help quiet the nerves
Came back home with a curse
(We're bloodied)
The bend, guilt and the weight
The bane of blood in his veins
A rotting gut full of hurt
I’ll take the blame I deserve
Let the cold world do its worst
We try to hide from death but it keeps calling us in
Trialed, empty, erased
He wears the years on his face
Thumbs a coin in his palm
One more for luck, then I’m gone
We try to hide from death but it keeps calling us in
I’ll take the blame I deserve
Let the cold world

Every day and night, we're laid out, we're desperate
Every day and night, we're bloodied, we're broken
Every day and night
Every day and night
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