Thicker Than the Dirtiest Water

How does it feel to succumb to the pain I've endured? Your blood runs thicker than the dirtiest water. This hate for you cannot be cured. No one can save you, not even Our God, your true father. How does it feel to fall onto the same blade you sunk deep in my back? And now, here I stand over you. Twisting that same blade, I give you no slack. As you confess to things I never knew. I just want you to fall onto your knees and apologise. But you don't. I just want you to say something wise. But you won't. So know here we both stand. Screaming you no longer bother. Not quite falling to my plan. Your blood runs thicker than the dirtiest water.