January Man - Bloody Iris

This is your body, watch it fall
One hand holds the stem while the other does the tearing
Symbol of passion disembodied on the floor
The judge's ears burn to a joke with no motive
There's blood on the iris
Cut on your finger
Settle your stomach, there's a lot left to swallow
The situation is on your clothes for everyone to see
As you run from the detective through the be-bopping city
Lock the door to your secret room and burn up all alone
No one recognizes you through all those burns
There's blood on the iris staining the carpet
Heaven seems so far away like it was never there to begin with

Written by:
Seth Frontine

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