Blood* is not as thick as all the people may have thought
Bodies disappearing, being sold and being bought
We can either walk away until our time has come
Or keep our feet on something even when the rest go numb
Burn away the layers of the skin upon our backs
Trickle through the minds a generation of attacks
There is something sweeter than a lie within one's care
Riding on the edge of what should never have been there
Deep inside the center of the truth - you'll never die
People who are waiting there have told you with their lives