Bloody Black Shirts
[hook]

Blood black shirts/
Don't talk to me, my head hurts/
What are you lacking/
Got you tied up better get, answering/
Like why your blood ended on my shirt again/

[verse 1]

A world of lust and trust kills the environment around you/
A curly and twisted up past is enough to make people’s judgements that surround you/
Have had people stabbing my back, I've got mental imprisonment views/
Even if I fight back, always lose a level of innocents roots/
Had people come to me for support/
Asking question about the world, which I've been asking myself, oh lord/
Depression kicking in, want to curl into the coffin/
Infection sinking in, responsibility is everything/
Rejection thinking even, the possibility of failure is shredding/
Fake friends leech on you to survive, but the real ones stay along for the ride/
Make beliefs bleach’s you with knives, cut the fake ones it's do or die/
If you don't like what I say, better leave cause it's about to get heavy/
These days people get envy, better believe jaws gunna get slit people get ready/
My mind is behind iron bars/
My head is in a intern prison/
Rision to the top, but lefted with a million scars/
Feel evil, but I still live, am I going backwards/
[hook]

Blood black shirts/
Don't talk to me, my head hurt/
What are you lacking/
Scratches peel the skin off the bone/
Think if the world is better with fighting with sticks and stones/

[verse 2]

Black pants, black hoodie, black t-shirt I blend in with the darkness/
Don't want to be the centrepiece, rather stay in the shadows/
Dark mind with its dark thoughts/
Don't be surprise if I commit suicide/
Shoot myself with your nine or cynide/
But that besides the point, have trouble with trust/
Can't decide for others, half are humble that’s who I entrust/
The rest, get pressed with lead, you help me bust with the pen/
Had a dark mind since grade five, is there god or hope, nah nothing but life/
Bad thoughts, I was blind by frauds, likey I have friends otherwise It would be knife to wrist/
Ain’t about that, but it's real tho, it’s better if you don't know/
Paint a picture of depression and struggles/
Hell of a story, it's got impression and puzzles/

[hook]
Blood black shirts/
Don't talk to me, my head hurt/
What are you lacking/
Scratches peel the skin off the bone/
Think if the world is better with fighting with sticks and stones/

[outro]

Can’t stop being this way
Only way for me to change is too take away the hate
But that'll only cause more pain
If I see the world differently
I could never be able to speak the truth again
This is my sins, this is my head, this is Bloodly Black Shirts, this is, me