Bleeding To Death

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 so 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. As long as we struggle to survive we’ll never see through freedom’s eyes, and I can’t live like that.