Blood Anger - KYTE

All the lights, are pattern flying

Make your peace and close, your eyelids

Makes sense but we are still trying

Now, it’s lost, move over

Nails, on skin blood anger

Now, it’s lost move over

Talk, is cheap, surrender

Count to five, and watch, the violence

So much anger, drowned, in silence

See the streetlight burn, behind us

See the cold night now, it’s timeless

Now, it’s lost, move over

Nails, on skin blood anger

Now, it’s lost move over

Talk, is cheap, surrender