Blind Mice

There’s a victim in mind
There’s a target in sight
When we hold her down
We’ll fill the next body in line
When it all comes true
And you’re still thinking of you
We won’t hesitate tonight
We’ve got nothing to lose
I know you can hear it
I want you to feel it
Wake up and see
There’s a hole growing inside of me
I know you can play dead
I want you to see red
Look around and see
This emptiness is starting to bleed
Can’t try to pretend
We’ve got nothing to defend
When everything starts to
Fall apart in our hands
Can’t turn our back
Can’t choose a side
War on apathy means that
Everyone’s painted in black
Taste of dirt, covered in earth
Holding on to the hurt
The feeling’s like a drug
Never want to feel numb
By Aiakos Barada Nikto