Blood Ties Lyrics

I'm going to be blunt, straight to the fucking point. There's no room for misinterpretations when I say I hate your fucking guts. The selfishness you ooze, the abandonment you gave is only going to leave you lacking when they sell your body to the grave.

Well, here's to salad days ‘cause it's better than the aching nights. You could have walked away but you chose to drag us both down with you. Now, you've got some fucking nerve to ask for redemption when you've never even had to pay the price for bad blood that you created, then washed your hands clean of.