Borders - Bad Blood

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Hate is what these people see
They’re aiming to displease
But all of those in need are fighting for this disease
Fighting for this disease is slowly killing me
But this is all in my head
To give this sympathy
We can’t fight this fire with fire
It hurts me to think that there’s still bad blood
We’re not going home
My God
My God
I’m deadbeat to this world
We are
We are
We are all born with Bad Blood
Eradicate our existence
Rob it of its wealth
These snakes are amongst us
In our society’s dumb ill health
Bad Blood
Hell is just one step down
So my feet won’t hit the ground
Were not overlooking
Were overbooking ourselves now
With all this self-doubt
Cash a cheque and pay it out
Feed the filthy rich
I get sick of these hypocrites
We can’t fight this fire with fire
It hurts me to think that there’s still bad blood
We’re not going home
Bad Blood