Blood of the Wine

I was there before you, I took all the chances
Don't you try to tell me 'bout what is really fine
The reason why I do things, why I dance my dances
Is because I've been washed in the blood of the wine

The blood of the wine has me almost exploding
Even my sleeping is charged and alive
Baptized in streams of it, dreaming my dreams of it
Growing, forgoing my natural high

I was very young, you weren't even born
I was being crushed beneath a sun that rarely shined
Somehow saved by a song, by money, and by water
Your approaching love, not blood of the wine

The blood of the wine has me almost exploding
Even my sleeping is charged and alive
Baptized in streams of it, dreaming my dreams of it
Pleading and thundering, wondering why

And as the world portends to smother and to strangle
To decimate our optimism in unforgiving bind
We mindfully collect ourselves, allow love to us untangle
Partake of cum and honey, not of blood or of wine

The blood of the wine has me almost exploding
Even my sleeping is charged and alive
Baptized in streams of it, dreaming my dreams of it
Lightning fulfillment, we exemplify