Magic Killer
Blind to their suffering
Ignore their cries for help
Content to live in comfort
Content to let them die
No mercy - no compassion
Their blood is on your hands
How do we live
As they die
How do we sleep
As they suffer
Our hearts are hard
Our eyes are blind
Ignore their cries for help
Content to live in comfort
Content to let them die
Their blood their blood is on your hands
Writer/s: Five Year Winter
