Spit and Blood - My Epic

You know everything is covered up

With a little bit of spit and blood

Somehow all of it is growing from

Just an echo and a fist of mud

You know everything must break or bend

Only till the pieces finally fit

All the fingerprints are filaments

Lining every side and pulling in

You know everything is on the up

All the blooms are stretching for a sun

When they finally reach a perfect one

It will still be made of spit and blood

La la la