Bloodshed - Saint Vitus

Doom’s outside your door

You’ll never make it to the street

Carnage everywhere

Feeding on the weak

Turn your back to the window

Duck and hide your head

You better listen to me

I smell bloodshed

We might kill our neighbor over nothing at all

Brother fight sister, who’s the first to fall?

This happens every day

So get it through your head

Pay attention

All around bloodshed

Be the first to panic

You’ll be the first to die

Shot down in the back

Bleeding and wondering why

This happens every day

Get it through your head

Wake up and listen to me

This happens every day

So get it through your head

Wake up and listen to me

I smell bloodshed