You wrote all those blood songs but you don’t even know what they mean   Why did you write those long songs when you don’t even care what they mean?      Cuz it just pays the bills   That’s fine cuz we’re young still      These kids are like a long song that’s out of tune on purpose   Destroying their creations   Embracing all the worthless   (She just plunks away these days/He paints bad on purpose)   It’s like a photograph disguising its intentions   It’s real so something’s happening   But what? They cannot mention      They’d say all their blood songs were written in the womb   But no, they follow the tune of all misguided exclamations   Darkening the color of their cloudy intuitions      What use is you blood song when your blood is birthed from   Ancient descendents who would rather kill all those exhibiting a weaker will