Drinking Blood

Another day, another victim, another funeral you won't attend
I feel the pain that you inflicted
I see the faces of the condemned
What will you say with my blood on your hands?

You scream, "Armageddon"
Hate like a drug
Hell or to heaven
You're not the judge
Hands getting dirty
Grave that you dug
Say I'm unworthy
At least I'm not drinking blood

A little war, a little profit
Ask forgiveness after it ends
So we ignore, since we couldn't stop it
Heed the magic mirror's commands
Make sure to wash all that blood off your hands

You scream, "Armageddon"
Hate like a drug
Hell or to heaven
You're not the judge
Hands getting dirty
Grave that you dug
Say I'm unworthy
At least I'm not drinking blood

You're not the judge
No, you're not the judge
At least I'm not drinking blood

Can't be afraid of the dark
When you're fast asleep
You dress up like a wolf
But you were always just a sheep

You scream, "Armageddon"
Hate like a drug
Hell or to heaven
You're not the judge
Hands getting dirty
Grave that you dug
Say I'm unworthy
At least I'm not drinking blood

At least I'm not drinking blood



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Youngblut Fried
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