I'm running blind, an end in sight is washed away.
A line of broken homes, a hope that's never felt the day.
Severed voices, only lies have filled in the blanks.
Only blood flows in the streets, good thing you dug a shallow grave.

Crawling on the ceiling, never turned away
Our eyes are locked, paintings in their place.
The hate that stays will never hesistate,
Only right to bite, the hand that never fed.

Your life is the only left to blame,
Pick up the pieces of what remains.
Swallow the pride left in their veins,
Hollow out the power frame by frame.

Only blood flows in the streets.
Good thing you dug a shallow grave.