Hatred Swarm

Cut them off at the knees
Show them all what’s like to be drained of their blood, laying cold in their
very own chalkline
A debt they owe that must be paid in blood in order to understand what is wrong
Bankrolled by the ones they put in bags
Snitches, killers and thieves
No good deed, no vision of safety, no will to serve, no will to protect
Hatred swarm o’er me
May they bleed you out until the white in your flag and the blue in your suit
run the deepest shade of red, 'til no more blood is left