Bad Blood - Xentrix

Stinging sensation, a bad combination

Tearing at each other all the time

A need for aggression, a way of expression

Where is the reason for the crime?

Bonded by hatred, sentenced to endless toil and strife

Waiting for the time, to take away your life

A fist full of fury, no judge and no jury

There is a time and there’s a place

A rightful decision with perfect precision

I think it’s time to end the human race

Bonded by Hatred…

It infects me, it annoys me

It destroys me

There’s no reason for this treason

Or what you’ve done

Bad Blood

Bad Blood

Bad Blood

Bad Blood

It infects me…

Bad Blood…