Blood Stained

Lies are a wondering,
Down the dusty paths I see,
No one comes a blunderin,
For mistakes cant end the missery,

Blackened walls bring death to all,
The hellish flame of old,
Windows broken down the hall,
Telling stories of the war,

Blood crusted on the fence,
That only we can see,
Because we know everything,
Of what it used to be,

Bones blister through the dirt,
Like glass in your feet,
You can feel the hollowness,
Deep inside you creek,

Creep inside the alleyways,
And you can hear them laugh,
An down the road you'll hear em say,
We're coming for your ass.