Bloody Angles - My Epic

These are definite borders

But they have very short walls

When you’re stunned it gets tough

To figure which side you’re on

Is it a fact or a figment?

Is this love or control?

Yeah, it’s all a target

If you keep staring through a scope

I can’t read your signals

Are we turning cheeks or tables?

Will our hands find one another?

Will we wash them of each other?

Friend or foe?

When the wounds started showing

What we keep to ourselves

We turned on each other

And it all went to Hell

In the confusion

Shots from the bloodiest angles yet

It’s friendly fire

But we’re bleeding out just the same from it

What good’s this white flag

When it’s dripping with red?

I can’t read your signals

Are we turning cheeks or tables?

Will our hands find one another?

Will we wash them of each other?

Are you friend or foe?

(friend or foe?)

Are you friend or foe?

(friend or foe?)

I won’t hate you

You are not my enemy

I won’t hate you

You are not my enemy

For all that you’ve taken

I still get to make this decision

I won’t hate you

I am not your enemy

I won’t hate you