Drinking Blood

Another day, another victim another funeral you won’t attend I feel the pain that you inflicted I see the faces of the condemned What will you say with my blood on your hands? You scream, “Armageddon”, Hate like a drug Hell or to heaven, You’re not the judge Hands getting dirty Grave that you dug Say I’m unworthy, At least I’m not drinking blood A little war, a little profit Ask forgiveness after it ends So we ignore, since we couldn’t stop it Heed the magic mirror’s commands Make sure to wash all that blood off your hands You’re not the judge, No you’re not the judge At least I’m not drinking blood Can’t be afraid of the dark When you’re fast asleep You dress up like a wolf But you were always just a sheep