Bitter Blood
Atlas Losing Grip
A feeling so complex
Almost impossible to define
The constant change of heart and the war inside my mind
A childhood lost, no identity. We left it all behind
We paid the price for a better life
Through the toil and the strife
The same poison that ran in his veins runs in mine
To overcome a broken past I must draw the line
And I rise above this bitter blood
The lack of trust to the world around us
The constant fear of never fitting in
Made me feel like I was born to lose
Now I will live to win
Hours spent learning to cover up the shame
All these fingers pointing, trying to pin the blame
I rise above this bitter blood
The alienation and hostility I've known
I stand trial through the fire and the mud
I rise above this bitter blood
Tonight this bitter blood dies in me