Troubled blood, just add vice  stand your ground and keep in check  sharpened words your wield like knives  with a target on my back I'll take it  I wear the bumps, live through the bruises  I'll dodge the shards, slip through your nooses  Jagged looks from all directions, complete distrust from deadly eyes  Troubled blood, just add vice  stand your ground and keep in check  hypocrisy is the new messiah, everyone wants to be a savior  celebrate the innocence lost  a toast to crime, and dance with sin  another chance to clip our wings, and burn this night bright