The Blood

Chorus:
Raised in barren wastelands
Nursed on slightly poisonous milk
Slowly enriching inside
But it failed to kill us
We left slightly twisted
And will always bear the mark
Bow down to your blood - feel the rush and go fast
Bow down to your blood - feel the rush and go fast

Run
From your lurking fate
From your growing hate
Corrupting your soul
When finally you
Fall into this world you‘re stigmatized
Trying to fit in but all efforts deemed to fail
Highly functional you pay the price
For the colour of your blood forcing you to
Fight
What you can‘t deny
What you can‘t defy
Flowing red and strong
Bursting out to
Tear apart the work of your mind
Leave a trail of dead as you’re lighting up the stage
Rush of power screeching till you find
The ruins of your life, remembering you‘re

Chorus

While the light‘s shining brighter
The flames burning higher
Ours souls dashing onward
But still our
Blood will boil red
Desires yearn black
Lust to destroy
That we will bear till our death

Solid metal tubing
Pumping liquid steel
Heavy duty pump glowing red
Forged of inconel
To withstand the thrashing heat
Cleansing flames have scorched all our lives