Tell me how does it feel
To watch a child bleed to death
From a weapon you designed
You′ve spilt their blood
Is your pride really worth this?
Such a mindless slaughter
Bow down to greed

Bloodshed
Your lies cut their throat

Such beauty
Such innocense
Set to self destruct
As you nail their coffin shut
With your hammer of hate
The flesh is torn
Hate remains
The flesh is torn
They bleed
Bloodshed
Broken by your hand
Who will bleed for you now

Writer(s): Jeffrey Ling, Benjamin Gordon, Luke Kilpatrick, Winston Mccall
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