Blood from your hands does spill a papercut from the dollar bill
We will all die trying to hide from the conscience that builds and eats us alive
So selfish so self-proclaimed I'm left secluded by this blame - that you pa**ed I'm left below it's scarred my life and your free to go
Trapped in a room painted in red
No one else cares and nothing else to say
The need, the greed of every ******* thing