A dark moment of social commentary

[whitehart]

I don't believe all the things that I used to believe
but my heart still bleeds
but my heart still bleeds
I don't think the same way that I used to think
but my heart still bleeds
but my heart still bleeds
and the thoughts that run down
stain the ground with my hope
less ness
from the gray to the black
it won't ever go back
to the way it was
before.
I don't bleed red
and I don't bleed blue
I bleed what I think
and know is true
and the blood runs down
and it stains the ground
and it won't ever go back
to the way it was
before.
There's no way to change it
except experience
There's no other way to grow
but up and down
and all around
as the song keeps playing
I keep swaying to the beat
while my blood runs down.

You don't like the way that I'm living
funny, no one asked you to.
and maybe you could help if you loved me
but you never wanted to.
And the beat and the blood keeps running
and what do you do?
do you just keep watching and condemning
like you always do.
And why do I get the feeling
that you want me to?
just keep on watching as I'm dying
that's all you do.