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Bloody Poetry
Grieves Lyrics


I guess it started when the lights went out
And everybody started running round in circles tryin' to figure it out
I could feel it
Wedged in my ribs it felt freezin'
As my cold air blew out
Dance through the evening, paranormal
Slowly being called to the green
Where the ghosts gather nightly and sell the devil their dreams, observe
Hails from the other side of the curb
Hold the concrete notepad
Scribble down my words in the limelight
This is what it's like to bleed ink
Put yo fingers in it paint me a picture of what you think
Make it beautiful and make it look like love
Make it hang from the heavens
Make it break my trust
Make it real, make it dangerous
Make it out of the rust and make it passionate and impossible to touch
It's forever, slowly resurrected from the dust
When you understand it's everything inside of you, it's us.

You're all I've ever known
Just come to my sleep, you always got me running home
Handful of roses ?

I've spoke a whisper in the dark one night
Watch it take form in front of me and mimic my life
It seemed natural especially watching it's last breathe like poetry
Watch as it clung to it's own chest with a smile
Made out of broken pieces of tile
You can see the thoughts running, chase em around for miles
If you want it, people say that old road is haunted
If you travel on it long enough you'll never get off it
You believe it cause everything is skewed when you see it
Then you process automatically, think that you feel it
And automatically sticks to the brain when the truth of it
Is standing outside, playing cards in the rain
You will never beat the game it plays
You can only turn around and lick the blood from your own switchblade
It's forever, slowly resurrected from the dust
When you understand it's everything inside of you, it's us.

You're all I've ever known
Just come to my sleep, you always got me running home
Handful of roses ?

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I guess it started when the lights went out
and everybody started running round in circles tryin to figure it out
I could feel it
wedged in my ribs it felt freezin
as my cold air blew out
dance through the evening, paranormal
slowly being called to the green
where the ghosts gather nightly and sell the devil their dreams, i observe
hails from the other side of the curb
hold the concrete notepad
scribble down my words in the limelight
this is what it's like to bleed ink
put your fingers in it paint me a picture of what you think
make it beautiful and make it look like love
make it hang from the heavens
make it break my trust
make it real
make it dangerous
make it out of the rust
make it passionate and impossible to touch
it's forever
slowly resurrected from the dust
when you understand its everything inside of you, its us.
You're all I've ever known
So to my sleep
You always got me running home
Count for the roses
You're my blood and brittle bones, my soul and open throne
You're all I know
Ive spoke a whisper in the dark one night
watch it take form in front of me and mimic my life
it seemed natural specially watching its last breathe like poetry
watch as it clung to its own chest with a smile
made out of broken pieces of tile
you can see the thoughts running chase em around for miles
if you want it people say that old road is haunted
if you travel on it long enough you'll never get off it
you believe it cause everything is skewed when you see it
then you process automatically think that you feel it
and automatically sticks to the brain when the truth of it is standing outside playing cards in the rain
you will never beat the game it plays
you can only turn around and lick the blood from your own switchblade
its forever slowly resurrected from the dust
when you understand its everything inside of you, its us.
You're all I've ever known
Just come to my sleep, you always got me running home
Handful of roses
You're my blood and brittle bones,
My soul an open throne.
You're all I know.
You're all I've ever known
Just come to my sleep, you always got me running home
Handful of roses
You're my blood and brittle bones,
My soul an open throne.
You're all I know.



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Fynch

I don't like rap, I'm more of a punk and metal guy, but this guy is so fucking good, first rapper that I listen to

Ethan Conrad

Awe grieves looks so young.
Lol been listening to this dude for ten years now, we are getting old homie.

Anonymous Palms

For real man. I remember seeing him when I turned 18 in Minneapolis.

jonathan aiglon

36 years

Smitty Smithson

I love rhymesayers.

Taicho Buggy

The only people who don't love rhymesayers are the people who haven't heard rhymesayers yet

83 Ricky Spanish

Harmonic Arts Sage Francis and slug what about Quasimoto you probably didn't like listening to Quasimoto and MF Doom because he thought it sounded weird in the beginning then you had to listen to it again

83 Ricky Spanish

Harmonic Arts do you like Buck 65 or maybe benefit or maybe quell no I bet you're into John Wayne and a little bit of Necro to get the morning started but just a little bit so you don't come down 2 bad.... holy s*** am I still dreaming? I thought I woke up in the other comment I should be awake by now.

83 Ricky Spanish

Smitty Smithson I'm pretty sure Rhymesayers loves you the original sin..... Wait a minute what the hell am I doing, whose bed is this?

Victoria Appiagei

Too classic dope Awesome skills beautiful music good Cool vibe music spoke word

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