The Last American Cowboy
The Bled Lyrics

Brace yourself for the plight of the born.
Get ready for the struggles of life that come with being born into this world.

as the spotlight strips you bare.
As the attention of others exposes you completely.

Just a useless act in the play of life.
Feeling like an insignificant character in the grand scheme of things.

cast as the role of "The Lover" and I feel slightly misplaced in a world that "Fuck of BE Fucked"
Assigned the archetype of a lover and feeling out of place in a world that rewards aggression instead of love.

Kill the Lights.
Turn off the lights and let me escape from the harsh reality of this world.

Letch.
Let it all out and be free from the constraints of society.

one more time and say it like you mean it.
Do it one last time and give it your all.

Lush.
Let your emotions run wild and free.

one more time and tell it like you feel it.
Do it one last time and express your true emotions.

Lover.
Being labeled as a lover, but feeling unappreciated and unrecognized for your talents.

You've got talent but I just don't see it.
Acknowledging someone's talent, but still unable to appreciate it.

Wrap your hook around my neck and get me off get me off get me off your stage.
Let me escape the pressure of performing and being judged by others.

In every coma-lover's kiss collides with truth.
The truth is revealed in every intimate moment of love and vulnerability.

and every tongue that slips will drip onto your bruise
Every careless word spoken can be hurtful and damaging, especially to those who are already wounded.

and I know disguise the lies that you fed me last night
The truth is being uncovered and lies are being exposed.

these plots are breeding grounds for nothing but the worse and nothing could be worse and I know why.
The situation is only getting worse and it's clear why.

and what do I have left?
Feeling hopeless and empty.

the composer just went deaf.
Feeling like you've lost your ability to create and express yourself.

the singer lost his breathe, in the glow of the crowd.
Feeling suffocated and overwhelmed by the attention and pressure from fans.

the dancer's on a crutch.
Feeling limited and restricted in your movements.

the writer drank too much.
Finding solace and escape in alcohol instead of coping with the struggles of life.

the director lost his touch. In the glow of the crowd.
Losing your sense of direction and purpose in the face of public scrutiny and pressure.

can you resist the urge to burn the script we wrote?
Are we willing to let go of our plans and start anew, or will we destroy everything we've built in frustration?

bring on the flood before we choke.
Let the chaos and destruction of a crisis come before we break under the weight of our struggles.

applause engulfs the room.
The audience's approval and appreciation can be overwhelming and all-consuming.

we bow into our tombs.
Feeling defeated and hopeless after pouring everything we had into our performance.

sing me one more line so I can sleep.
Provide me with one last comforting moment before I escape into slumber.

this is all you need.
Succumbing to the idea that all you really need is to be accepted and appreciated by others.

my love, it follows you to your grave
Feeling trapped and haunted by the past, even in death.