Blood Loss

Why don't they play fair?
For fakes they faintly represent fame
Oh, despair
They say the same to praise the sacred
Over their arrangements cultivating hatred
I compare them with these tainted games so heinously
I'll push them into flames to see them face to face with pains I feel
Cultivating veins to harvest them
Assemble
Send them to somewhere semblance
Leave me less than nothing
Leave me less than you
Leave me when you need
I've seen what you believe's the best of you
I've seen better days

I've seen better days
I've seen better days
Less than nothing
Leave me less than you
Leave me when you need
I've seen what you believe's the best of you
I've seen better days

Consciously seething
I can't grind my teeth down any duller

Priceless, isn't it?
All of your friends left
None of your ends met
Christ said "break bread"
What if I did?
What if it's lead now?

They didn't bother me the slightest bit 'cause their blows don't compare to the blood loss
They didn't offer me the fairest bid but their blows don't compare to the blood loss
They didn't bother me the slightest bit 'cause the blows don't compare to the feeling of the pain given to me
I wonder if you could do any better than I have instead

And still your face
Looks on in hatred
As you engrave blood loss

For fakes they faintly represent fame
Oh, despair
They say the same to praise the sacred
Over their arrangements cultivating hatred
I compare them with these tainted games so heinously
I'll push them into flames
I'll push them into flames
I'll push them into flames

Less than nothing
Leave me less than you
Leave me when you need
I've seen what you believe's the best of you
I've seen better days