Blood - Crywank

The blood;

it will not dry

Oh, the blood;

it will not dry

So instead we are trained

To just roll our eyes

The blood;

it will not dry

Oh, the blood;

it will not dry

So instead we are trained

To just roll our eyes

This is not a call for guilt

This is just a request for respect

The blood may not be on our hands

But we sleep in their beds

Oh we sleep in their beds

Oh we sleep in their beds

We are told not to live in the past

But some things must not be forgotten

We can outlast, but what’s done is cast

And privileges are ill-gotten

Privileges are ill-gotten

And privileges are ill-gotten

The blood;

it does not dry

Oh, the blood;

it will not dry

So instead we are trained

To just roll our eyes