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Bloodstain

A death wish for the weak    
Another fateless
Effigy for the masses  
Crucify  
The sense of hope we hold inside  
Breakaway from the  
Persona  
The fallen idol of exuberance  
The empty promise of deliverance  
Another decorated lie  
That leaves us bleeding to  
   
DIE!  
Die for remittance  
SELL!  
Sell away your fucking existence  
SPEND!  
Your scarlet seeds of hate and  
KNOW!  
You're not worth anything in this  
   
World  
Has nothing more to offer  
Nothing else that you can buy  
Distasteful  
Carcasses become your alter  
The delicious aftermath of business  
Strictly  
For vanity and honor  
Have no price  
In the colour of death  
We will print a new life  
And watch the world gladly buy and  
   
DIE!  
Die for remittance  
SELL!  
Sell away your fucking existence  
SPEND!  
Your scarlet seeds of hate and  
KNOW!  
You're not worth anything so  
DIE!  
Die for remittance  
SELL!  
Sell away the one thing that keeps you here  
SPEND!  
Your final moments gambling  
AWAY!  
The only thing that keeps you alive  
   
Resent the way  
Life has led you astray  
Become one with your apathy  
A speck of dust in history  
They'll take your will  
Your life is worthless  
Still, there's a chance you'll spend your final days  
With your heart unsold and your blood not stained  
   
They're reaping off' their servants weeping  
The plight of the observers of the truth usurpers  
Never has death greed and envy ever been so friendly  
This exchange is not a barter we're seven billion martyrs  
Behold destitution in the guise of restitution  
The payment is the venom that clouds your cerebellum  
We're slaves to the system  
Unchecked schism  
Fates of the misguided shall never stand united.
Written by 13
Published | Edited 14th Apr 2020
Author's Note
Second track by Tyrannizer. Inspired by a daylight tragedy. I was on my way to lunch when an aged man snipped his elbow's veins while trying to scale a jagged canal wall. I tied his wound up and rushed him to a hospital. When I finally did make it to lunch my clothes were covered in blood. The song isn't about him, though.
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