Bloodline
Giulia Vallicelli
Practicing the same lines, same as me
Mirroring identities, feeling like a thief
Warm liver, unearned freedom
Channeling the first night
I had to tell a lie
I'm seeking, foreseeing
Sticking fingers up what's bleeding
Silent in the car
I built it just for you
From scratch
The last of my carbonised feelings
I'm handing to you
I'm receiving
My living
My bloodline
I'm receiving
My living
My bloodline
