BLEEDING FOR THE MONKEY

BLEEDING FOR THE MONKEY
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The crucifix may toss you for an anchor
You’ll bear the cross but can you bear the pain?
The mother tongue that lies will always cancer
But it sings so sweet when it hits the vein

Three ring all your fears for their amusement
You always thorn the crown that makes you king
What isn’t wrong when you abuse it?
Who hasn’t found a tit from which to cling?

That’s why I’m bleeding for the monkey that I made

Parasites will always try and drain you
I think there just might be another drop
Abusers always find a way to blame you
Humanity is just another crop

That’s why I’m bleeding for the monkey that I made