Blood Against Itself
The world's sinking, won't consider time to be free,
Everything went so quiet suddenly,
And it kind of kills me more than you see.
People are toying with what they see,
Not even realizing how it affects me,
I only asked one thing in life,
But you all caused this pain from a knife.
Everything's so cold, yet so hot at the same time,
I can't even shout or scream,
The way you suddenly close your eyes,
Avoiding deliberate contact like I'm going to tear you apart.
Even my own blood treats me like a monster,
I don't even know why they suddenly hide.
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