A Media Friendly Turn for the Worse

They provide their nectar and then I am released
I am a grain of sand underneath the floor and so far out of reach,
but I am safe from harm
Against this shelter they are always hammering, against these ears they are
always deafening
I too know an angry language. Our pain is always accurate and striving to evade
it’s only design
It wants to strike you down to fall into it’s arms again
Blood is thicker than water, but which one did you drink?
Oh…
What I know was divided and broken down by the ignorance of others
Spoken from their lips, but with the lungs of another
Sounds great but tastes like blood
These rumor sessions are assembled by us all… by us all
They are the earth and we are the breath of life
Your pain is always accurate and striving to evade it’s only design
I want to strike you down to fall into my arms again
Blood is thicker than water, but which one did you drink… did you drink?
Put down that retribution. I don’t need your absolution. Yeah…
Put down that retribution. I don’t need your absolution
Put down that retribution. I don’t need your absolution… No… No… No…