BLOOD by White Rifle

I feel so low,
So uncontrolled,
I’m cut to the bone.

‘Cause I was wasted on you,
Was robbed of my youth,
And absorbed all of the promise you owed me.

My teeth are hung,
Up on my tongue,
And I’m sick of digesting it.

I feel so low,
So uncontrolled,
I’m cut to the bone.

I feel so low,
So uncontrolled,
I’m cut to the bone.

I’m so sick of the taste of blood.

I can’t believe in all the mindless hate here,
All your ignorance and none of the faith in me.

Casting stones from the safety of your home,
You’re crushing teeth to keep the fake out of your tone.

It could be different,
If you would just listen.

I feel so low,
So uncontrolled,
I’m cut to the bone.

I feel so low,
So uncontrolled,
I’m cut to the bone.

I’m so sick of the taste of blood.

I’m full of bad dreams,
I’ve nothing to lose,
And I’ll just say it;
I’m not happy for you.

You’re bleeding envy,
You’d love to kill me
And I’ll just say it;
That’s what keeps me breathing.

• Rock
• bring me the horizon
• emo
• my chemical romance
• post-hardcore
• rock
• saosin
• taking back Sunday
• the used
• thrice
• Houston