Clots - Bumblefoot

And the clots, they never stop

They barricade my veins

And the clots keep building up

They suffocate my brain

I built them to destroy myself

They’re circling the prey

I push until I break

I feel them start to scrape

The core of all I am is chiseling away

And every spec of life is gonna rot away in time

We turn to mud or turn to stone, it’s the grand design

A maze of petrified hearts and I’m lost inside

We all self-destruct, to love is to deny

And that is life

And the clots, they never stop

They tear beneath my skin

And the clots keep building up

They rip new holes again

You’re here to turn me inside out

And then turn me away

For all my life I’d choke

On clouds of Savior’s smoke

Until my blackened soul was burning away

And every spec of life is gonna rot away in time

We turn to mud or turn to stone, it’s the grand design

A maze of petrified hearts and I’m lost inside

We all self-destruct, to love is to deny

And that is life

We build our castles and we stomp them back to dust

Like ants, we climb the hill again

Tell me how many times

Am I supposed to die

Before you lift the cross and let a man rise

And every spec of life is gonna rot away in time

We turn to mud or turn to stone, it’s the grand design

A maze of petrified hearts and I’m lost inside

We all self-destruct, to love is to deny

And that is life

We are the clots