Blood Clots Rise Of The Police State

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Gun shots in a crowd
Heads drop to the ground
Black spots whirling all around
The quickening death
Captured in the sound of war

Nothing now can seem to stop the bleeding
Bullet holes justify my love
Everything happening in my heartblood
Exit wounds all seem so far away

Black masks in a crowd
A police state that's ruling on the ground
Eyes burning, my skins on fire
In an uprising world
Captured in the sound of war

Nothing now can seem to stop the bleeding
Bullet holes justify my love
(My love machine gun red)
All my moods captured in my heartblood
My fatal wounds all seem so far away