Distorted Fields

Every time you roll another lie Twist your view of the real Of all the ways you could have handled it You chose the right to conceal You can't bleed If you don't have the blood You won't see Until you stop the flood Distorted fields of frantic blame Bend your view of the real You could have learned to stand up straight You could have tried to feel You can't bleed If you don't have the blood You won't see Until you stop the flood Distorted fields of broken words Cloud the air we breathe Let's cut it back to the bone of truth And see what hides there alone in the dark You can't bleed If you don't have the blood You won't see Until you stop the flood You can't bleed (Couldn't give up, couldn't give up) If you don't have the blood (Couldn't let up, couldn't let go) You won't see (Couldn't give up, couldn't give up) Until you stop the flood (Couldn't let up, couldn't let go)