Bleeding Into Red
A nonsensical rhetoric but not allowed for a debate or for any questions
Lives are lost all brought together ripe for the pavement slaughter splatter
Protestations succumb for the destruction of statues for none that matter
Thus always to tyrants not fucking kneeling and bending down for no one
Get what you deserve a carcass left for the vultures wolves and the lions
I was there in the beginning and I will be there in the end
I am your darkest companion I am your most vile friend
I am the poison inside your veins but yet I will be the one to carry you through life's rain
I am here no matter how much you try to medicate I am the darkness I am hate
I won’t be kneeling and I won’t even bow my fucking head
The conclusion comes to this everything bleeds fucking red
I won’t be kneeling and I won’t even bow my fucking head
The conclusion comes to this everything bleeds fucking redA twisted ideology that is hell bent in separating and dividing the nations
A nonsensical rhetoric but not allowed for a debate or for any questions
Cancel anything that does not fit into this fucked up twisted psychology
Never one to learn about from history and also from cultural anthropology
Thus always to tyrants not fucking kneeling and bending down for no one
Get what you deserve a carcass left for the vultures wolves and the lions
We never see our foes but we wish them to stay,
They never see us but they wish us away;
If they run, why we follow, and run them ashore,
And if they won’t fight us, we cannot do more
They swear they’ll invade us, these terrible foes,
They frighten our women, our children and beaus,
But should their flat bottoms in darkness get over,
Still Britons they’ll find to receive them on shore
Thus always to tyrants not fucking kneeling and bending down for no one
Get what you deserve a carcass left for the vultures wolves and the lions
It was not part of their blood it came to them very late,
With long arrears to make good when the Saxon began to hate.
They were not easily moved they were icy willing to wait
Till every count should be proved ere the Saxon began to hate.
