Bloody Knuckles

Here it comes another warm rejection
Another station break
One hand sweeps the deck
Other hand to your chest
The one that breaks his neck

There it goes the floor just disappeared
Opened my mouth and I bottomed out
That’s it for the new frontier
And for those trained hands that make fancy sounds

Would you take my hands
Before I cut it off at the wrist
Would you take my hands
Before I lose everything in my grip

Bloody, bloody
Bloody, bloody

Here it comes another warm rejection
Another station break
One hand sweeps the deck
Other hand to your chest
The one that breaks his neck
The one that breaks his neck
The one that breaks his neck
The one that breaks his neck