Lyrics

Thoughts, dreamed in a field,
visions of steel, no one suspects her.
Eyes, so many eyes, always they pry, how to avert them?

But she bleeds, oh how she bleeds
the blood from her family tree.
And her tears appear to be real,
but she can’t feel a thing.

Boy, who once stole her shade
in second grade, he is the problem.
Boss, at her first job made her life hell, he is the problem.

But she bleeds, oh how she bleeds
the blood from her family tree.
And her tears appear to be real,
but she can’t feel a thing.

An angel came down to guide her.
Listening closely, she followed the signs.
A moment of clarity seized her.
Suddenly there was no fog in her mind.

A random woman she passed on the street
looked at her wrong, she is the problem.
One by one, they all disappeared
in less than a week, and no one’s the wiser.

But she bleeds, oh how she bleeds
the blood from her family tree.
And her tears appear to be real,
but she can’t feel a thing.