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Let It Rain
by John Lawrence Schick - 12/30/25 08:04 PM
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Joined: Jan 2017
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Tuff to beat robot singers , but thats it https://www.mixcloud.com/ElvisNash/bleed-in-public-2/I pour my soul on a barroom floor, Trade my pain for a round of applause. Every song’s a scar I reopen, Just to prove I still got flaws. (Verse 2) Neon halo, cigarette crown, Another sinner with something to say. They don’t see the ghost behind my grin, Just a jukebox preacher getting paid. (Chorus – 6 lines) I’m bleeding in public and calling it art, Spitting out verses that tear me apart. They drink while I drown in the sound of my sin, Applauding the wreck that I’m living in. If the price of the truth is a hole in my heart, Then I’ll bleed in public and call it art. (Verse 3) Every verse another confession, Every stage another wound. They clap while I fall apart in rhythm, And leave humming my ruin. (Bridge – no hook) Maybe someday I’ll learn to heal, But I’d miss how the hurt makes it real. The silence is louder than any crowd, And I only feel honest when I’m too loud. (Final Chorus) I’m bleeding in public and calling it art, Spitting out verses that tear me apart. They drink while I drown in the sound of my sin, Applauding the wreck that I’m living in. If the price of the truth is a hole in my heart, Then I’ll bleed in public and call it art. (Outro tag) Yeah — I’ll bleed in public, and call it art.
Last edited by bennash; Yesterday at 11:10 PM.
We’re all built from the same dust and dreams,
Different roads, but the same means.
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Don't hold back, tell us how you really feel.
Sounds like ptsd (?) Pretty deep there dude.
"It Mattered to THAT One"
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Survival in this economy is pretty ruff , its Ptsd probably
Last edited by bennash; Yesterday at 02:28 PM.
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