Blood floods the streets;
The massacre has begun.
You're ripping hearts from they chests they reside in.
You tell them lies making them high.
When they fall you never catch them,
letting their bodies splatter on the hard concrete ground;
You're sickening to look at now.
I'm not taking your shit.
You can't phase me, I'm not allowing it.
Lie to me, dear, and you'll regret it.