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In Hell

from In Hell by Bad Blood

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Looking back,
Looking back for something
Loss of breath, yet I can't seem to hold my tongue.

The cycle; ever short materialistic,
Giving up; on what it means to live.

Home is the incarceration of modern.
Free is what you get when you're crippled and tired,
And I'm tired now.

Lost is what we're driving towards,
And a feeling that leads to nothing.
Dreams and hopes; understanding to cope
And the truth dies with you.

With shades of grey,
In the ground we will all lay,
Rich or poor this cancer ends you the fucking same.

No hope.

With shades of grey,
This leads to nothing...
Helplessness is a bullshit excuse,
Yet time repeats itself for future use.

No hope.

Can't shake the thought that I'd be safe in Hell,
Hell maybe I'm there now.
Can't shake the thought that I'd be safe in Hell.
Hell maybe I'm there.

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from In Hell, released May 5, 2017

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Bad Blood London, Ontario

Matt Parker:
Vocals

Marty Bachinger: Guitar

Jason Higgins:
Guitar

Matt Dyer:
Bass

James Oag:
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