justprompts :: "Second Chance," by Shinedown
They claim his blood for their own, but if that's true it's only one more reason for it to spill. They claim he shares their blood - rich, pure, elite blood endowed with some otherwise unobtainable worth - and ought to be aware of his actions, for it ought not go to waste.
On the street, waistcoat crimson as that so-revered blood, pure voice rising in passion, arms outstretched to the poor beseeching all to rise up, he could not be more aware of his actions. And he knows his blood will not go to waste.
Every paper-cut bleeds for a speech to turn more heads, ignite more hearts. Every bug in his bed bites for money saved to purchase weapons, ammunition against a broken system. Every splinter and bruise digs in, rises up like the people will; no more, they say, we claim what's ours.
They say to protect his blood - their blood - to settle with someone and spread it onward, to make it proud.
He takes their blood - his blood - to the barricades, and there comes to his purpose. He stands his ground as blood, all sorts of blood, is spilt, proud to be there in the beginning of it all.
When the time comes, as they said he'd know it did, he takes a hand in his, smiles, and lets his blood spread.
On the street, waistcoat crimson as that so-revered blood, pure voice rising in passion, arms outstretched to the poor beseeching all to rise up, he could not be more aware of his actions. And he knows his blood will not go to waste.
Every paper-cut bleeds for a speech to turn more heads, ignite more hearts. Every bug in his bed bites for money saved to purchase weapons, ammunition against a broken system. Every splinter and bruise digs in, rises up like the people will; no more, they say, we claim what's ours.
They say to protect his blood - their blood - to settle with someone and spread it onward, to make it proud.
He takes their blood - his blood - to the barricades, and there comes to his purpose. He stands his ground as blood, all sorts of blood, is spilt, proud to be there in the beginning of it all.
When the time comes, as they said he'd know it did, he takes a hand in his, smiles, and lets his blood spread.