Blood Culture Lyrics

Droom Blood Culture

Living in the shadow
Of a shattered world
With the fragments
Of our wasted lives
We keep ourselves entertained
With the bloodstained blades
Of bayonets and knives

We listen to the voices
In our heads
Absolution
For all our sins
All our sins

Blood culture

Our hearing deafened
To the sound of cries
We close our sad and tired eyes
As our children scream
With wounds that bleed like rivers
Like rivers running dry