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Drinking Blood

de Jonathan Young

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
At least I'm not drinking blood

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