Bad Blood - Borders

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