Blue Thunder

It's something parasitic
Blue thunder with a pulse
A fix of venom that keeps you craving
There is pus inside your porridge
It's like a work of art
Hereditary which feeds you, breaking.
 
A broken bone is healing
But you know what you're like
Ignore the bleeding hun-you're just crazy
Your eyes are different colors
Flashes of who we were
There's sure been alot of reasons lately.
 
You lack a sense of order
Your silver tongue's a heart
You covet solace in beyond saving
Your path is a locomotive
Cliff jump into a wall
Becoming numb and it feels amazing.