Blindsight

Cold and fucking
Bitter
Fist clenched
Vision blurred
Going for the throat
Killing off
The stagnate herd

Rotting feeling
Pressure shifting
No discerning
Right from wrong

Rotting feeling
Pressure shifting
No discerning
Right from wrong

Cold and fucking bitter
Backs turned
I've got them
Cornered
Going for the throat
Dragging faces
In the dirt

Rotting feeling
Pressure shifting
No discerning
Right from wrong

Rotting feeling
Pressure shifting
No discerning
Right from wrong