get some face

diluted blood by Alistair Chong

whispering, caught on the wind
back turned, i hear it on the tidings
i know, i know i have sinned
but why to others are you confiding

plotting, brooding, blade at the ready
lost in your slander of lust
how could you hold your hand so steady
grasping with betrayal of trust

i thought that by and by
blood of brothers would never dry
i thought that through and through
thick and thin our blood was true
but i can't help but feel so disappointed

words to me are nothing much
but off your tongue curses slipping
virulent, faith corrodes to touch
sucked under in a pool of poison dripping

muttering, mumbling, you so discontent
you attempt to cover your trace
only daring when i've been spent
much too coward to tell me face to face

i thought that by and by
blood of brothers would never dry
i thought that through and through
thick and thin our blood was true
but i can't help but feel so disappointed

real friends don't care
what, who or why i am
i thought we were

i thought that by and by
blood of brothers would never dry
i thought that through and through
thick and thin our blood was true
but i can't help but feel so disappointed