Bleeding to Death - Pulling Teeth

They make their cuts so small, so small that we can’t see

these wounds, they may be small but still they make us bleed

bleeding to death, as we slowly waste away

we’re bleeding to death, but no one cares anyway

this loss of blood has made us weak,

as we constantly mend wounds

too distracted to fight the source,

too confused to seek the truth

bleeding to death, we are the sick, we are the lame

we’re bleeding to death, too weak to make a change

we’re zo caught up in our own lives

that we can’t see through all the lies

if we don’t learn to stay alert then we’ll be left with only dirt

we’ll never see trough freedom’s eyes

and i can’t live like that