You wrote all those blood songs but you don't even know what they mean
Why did you write those long songs when you don't even care what they mean?
Cuz it just pays the bills
That's fine cuz we're young still
These kids are like a long song that's out of tune on purpose
Destroying their creations
Embracing all the worthless
(She just plunks away these days/He paints bad on purpose)
It's like a photograph disguising its intentions
It's real so something's happening
But what? They cannot mention
They'd say all their blood songs were written in the womb
But no, they follow the tune of all misguided exclamations
Darkening the color of their cloudy intuitions
What use is you blood song when your blood is birthed from
Ancient descendents who would rather k** all those exhibiting a weaker will