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Blood Part 3

November 2025

Yeah…Everything red now…
Blood on the ground, blood in the clouds…
I see it every time I close my eyes…

Blood on the planet, drippin’ like rain,
I taste the iron, I feel the pain,
Blood on the glass, red windowpane,
I see reflections, but they don’t look the same.
Blood in the system, blood in the banks,
Blood on the hands of the ones we thank,
Blood in the rivers, blood in the drains,
Blood in the mind when you go insane.
Blood for the diamonds, blood for the chains,
Blood for the power, blood for the name,
Blood for a high, blood for the flame,
Blood on the deal when they call my name.

Yeah, I see blood in my dreams,
It’s drippin’ slow through the seams,
Life ain’t ever what it seems,
Everything red, everything bleeds.
Blood on my heart, it stains,
Blood in my soul, remains,
No mercy in these veins,
I’m lost inside these pains.

Blood in the fields, blood in the court,
Blood in the lies they twist for sport,
Blood in the mouth of the beast we feed,
Blood for greed, for what we need.
Blood on the cross, blood in the sky,
Blood in the prayers where angels cry,
Blood in the ink of the words I write,
It glows in the dark of the endless night.
Blood from a friend, blood from a foe,
Blood from the wounds I’ll never show,
Blood in the silence, voices low,
Blood in the wind when the world lets go.

Bloody hands, can’t wash it away,
Bloody truth, can’t change what we say,
Bloody dreams haunt me every day,
Sleep don’t heal, it just decays.
Blood in the mirror, blood in the frame,
Blood on the crowd that screams my name,
Blood on the label, blood in the fame,
Blood in my mind, can’t stay the same.

Yeah, I see blood in my dreams,
It’s drippin’ slow through the seams,
Life ain’t ever what it seems,
Everything red, everything bleeds.
Blood on my heart, it stains,
Blood in my soul, remains,
No mercy in these veins,
I’m lost inside these pains.

Blood on my halo, blood on my crown,
Blood on the earth that’s burnin’ down,
Blood on the truth that can’t be found,
Yeah… the blood don’t make a sound.

Copyright © Dalton Ogletree | Year Posted 2025

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