Blood In The Water

I’m moving in, throwing stones
Judgement for the weak
I’d rather break my bones than live my whole damn life asleep
Show me how you’ve grown, take a fearless leap
I’d rather be a monk than a pariah to the sheep

Plant the knife in my back
Watch me rise

I can smell the blood in the water
Lord knows my hands ain’t clean
Do you still believe in redemption?
Is there some reprieve from the fallout of all of our past lives?
I relive them every time

You sit up on your throne
Pretend that you ain’t tired of hungry, crooked teeth in all those that you’ve admired
How can we atone from the wickedness transpired?
Endless generations died, got sent down to the fire

When is enough enough?
When is enough enough?
When is enough enough?
When is enough enough?

I can smell the blood in the water
Lord knows my hands ain’t clean
Do you still believe in redemption?
Is there some reprieve from the fallout of all of our past lives?
I relive them every time

Who will carry my burdens?
Who will carry my burdens?
Who will carry my burdens?
Who will carry my burdens?

I can smell the blood in the water
Lord knows my hands ain’t clean
Do you still believe in redemption?
Is there some reprieve from the fallout of all of our past lives?
I relive them every time

I wrestle for the [?] with a stone
The idol exposed
Give me a medal or turn me to sludge
Draining away from some things inside
When will we sink?
The brighter you shine
The darker it gets
Constantly dreaming of freedom of sleeping