A Tear for the Dreadful

When somebody shot him down on the road

All they did was fucking take out their phones

As his body lost the last of its blood

There's no love, there's no love, there's no love

I, I, I don't care how hard you think you are

Shame, shame on your name and the blatant weakness in your heart

Ah, this blue is cuttin' deeper than bone

If I let it, it will show me my soul

With a question it's been dyin' to ask

Something that I haven't wanted to know

I, I, I don't care how hard you think you are

Shame, shame on your name and the blatant weakness in your heart

When somebody shot him down on the road

All they did was fucking take out their phones

When somebody shot him down on the road

All they did was fucking take out their phones

When somebody shot him down on the road

All they did was fucking take out their phones

When somebody shot him down on the road

All they did was fucking take out their phones

And the blood runs out of many more

(I know the blood runs out of many more)

And the blood runs out of many more

(I know the blood runs out of many more)

And the blood runs out of many more

(I know the blood runs out of many more)

And the blood runs out of many more

(I know the blood runs out of many more)

And the blood runs out of many more

(I know the blood runs out of many more)

And the blood runs out of—