Pulling Teeth Bleeding To Death
They make their cuts so small, so small that we can't see
these wounds, they may be small but still they make us
bleed
bleeding to death, as we slowly waste away
we're bleeding to death, but no one cares anyway
this loss of blood has made us weak,
as we constantly mend wounds
too distracted to fight the source,
too confused to seek the truth
bleeding to death, we are the sick, we are the lame
we're bleeding to death, too weak to make a change
we're zo caught up in our own lives
that we can't see through all the lies
if we don't learn to stay alert then we'll be left with
only dirt
we'll never see trough freedom's eyes
and i can't live like that
