Bloody Knuckles Lyrics

Your heart's in the right place but your blood's pumping too fast to know where it's flowing to.
You're going to restrict blood flow while you're out playing telephone.
It's a blood bath of regurgitated kids' games that we once used to play.
Don't bother to check for the vital sings when it's a dead body under white sheets.
When mental capacity fractures the fantasy of what could have been but never was and never will be, we're right on mark.
Right on target.
We bury the hatchet where we can find them and use them again.
When you said he was dead to you, where were you, where was I?
I guess I wasn't listening to the right side of the word, we put it aside to rest.
So, who died? I think love died.