blood, sweat, tears and blood

from ROSTER by the garages

blood, sweat, tears, and blood (Pitching Machine) by Mitchell Keys (@ItsAMeMitchell)

I step up to the mound
I pitch the ball with a might "thump"
Just in time to see the batter get murdered
Lit on fire by a rogue ump

Everyone's crying, I'm only sighing
Do they know that all their lives are predication to dying (dying)

Like a flower growing in the weeds
Soon I will bud
With the blood, sweat, tears and blood
(But mostly blood)

Pitch a decent game, I guess
Lots of outs, but we still lost
Someone comes up to me holding a marker
And one of the balls I tossed

Everyone's weeping, I'm only thinking
Do they know that all I hear is just the whirring and beeping (beeping)

Like a flower growing in the weeds
Soon I will bud
With the blood, sweat, tears and blood
(But mostly blood)

Like the puppet wanting to be real
But is eaten by the whale
Everyone here seems to know
But when I try I fail
I know that there is more to me
And there's more to my story
One day I'll rule over you all
And then you'll see my glory

Like a flower growing in the weeds
Soon I will bud
With the blood, sweat, tears and blood

Like a lily growing in the reeds
And then there comes a flood
I've got the blood, I've got the sweat, I've got the tears, I've got the blood

Like a flower growing in the weeds
Soon I will bud
With the blood, sweat, tears and blood
(But mostly blood
Like, lots of blood
Almost too much blood
I've got your blood, yes, your blood)