Every day I feel my blood
Running through my open eyes;
I can hear my broken heart
Pushing out your paper knife.

Every time I try to be
Nothing more than stinking crap,
I see murders, blood and grief
In the backyard of my trap.

When I see how people die
My blood boils in my veins.
We've devalued our lives,
Burning like moths in the flames.

When I watch my old TV
I see horror, blood and death.
If I could avoid this filth,
I would choose another path.

All my life is just a war
With an enemy unseen.
All my blood spilled on the floor 
Means that I have been redeemed.
So emotionless and bored,
I just stare at my own death.
Only bloodstains on the wall
Will preserve this bloody mess.