Testo A Bloodbath Displayed Nasum
A bloodbath displayed
Death forced upon us
The daily drama
Blocks our comprehension
I donât believe the news
Cause it canât happen here
Faces of the suffering
Cuts me like a knife
This surreal reality
Must be a fabricated lie
I close my eyes and wish
That it canât happen here
It all seems so fucking strange
Iâve fooled myself for so long
We donât live in a perfect world
Another day is another death