The memory of the bruise induced the neednthe need to let the secrets bleednyou need to tell, in order to be freednmy brother needs the needle and I need peacenCouldn't remember in six months timena gift to myself, perforated linenspent my time in exile for all my crimesnwasn't it buried, why's it still alivenah- ha, ah-ha, ah-hanshe needs to hear, cuz she needs to sleepni need to sleep, in order to retrievenit was a day that was slowly erasednshe traces a face that she hasn't seennThere is a grief from a hole in the headnthere is a lie from the center of the heartnthere is a tree that we hung it all onnmaybe this is the day that it all falls downnah- ha, ah-ha, ah-hantraces of a face that she hasn't seennbruise from news that she hasn't heardnblood from a cut, but she don't know wherenah- ha, ah-ha, ah-hanthe memory of the bruise induced the neednthe need to let the secrets bleednthe memory of the bruise induced the neednthe need to let the secrets bleed