For so long
Empty chairs where’s the enemy

We picture the picture differently
Vacant eyes stare endlessly
Got no blood on my hands
And a minute to spare

For too long
Different knives in the very same wound

Sum of thoughts of how it should be [bad word] by someone to leave
lot of blood on my hands
And a minute’s despair

Greetings from the darkness
No pity shown
We wade in pools of blood that we call our home
Pleased to meet me
I’m leaving
 [bad word] ripping
No pity shown
It’s all so disgusting but I know my home
Pleased to meet me
It’s deceiving

And it feels so real
And it feels surreal