The Chaotic and Bloody World Around Us

Waiting for my eyes to bleed
From seeing everyone sick
Waiting for my skin
To recede
It only takes one click
Nightly I lay my head on my pillow in
Thought
Daily I spin my neck it's got me in knots
They can see it all
And they're so sick and twisted
They can make a call
And have you killed for living
They've been thinking of a bad plan
To get things done on their own
They've got a foot for your door
A wrapped fist for your window
There's no safety
They've got a cell for your son
And a grave next to your kin
Can you see
There's no where to run
No place to hide
They've been
Thinking of a bad plan
To get things done on their own
They've been
Thinking of a bad plan
To get things done