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Troubled blood, just add vice
stand your ground and keep in check
sharpened words your wield like knives
with a target on my back I'll take it
I wear the bumps, live through the bruises
I'll dodge the shards, slip through your nooses
Jagged looks from all directions, complete distrust from deadly eyes
Troubled blood, just add vice
stand your ground and keep in check
hypocrisy is the new messiah, everyone wants to be a savior
celebrate the innocence lost
a toast to crime, and dance with sin
another chance to clip our wings, and burn this night bright