Verse 1

Dry blood stains on my guitar

From the fallen shooting star

That I assassinated as vengeance,

Small price to pay for its brutal instance

Of twisting my wish into a curse that

Took away everything I ever had.

Chorus

I stood there and watched as it bled,

Payback for each tear I have shed.

Go on, punish me, for delivering justice to myself.

Go on, punish me, I'm ready, I expected nothing else

From a dystopian world so unfair

That we've already forgotten to care.

Verse 2

Dry blood stains on my guitar

From an enemy so far

That it took me light years just to reach it.

But it took just a second to teach it

Why it shouldn't prey on fragile dreamers

And turn them into lost ruthless killers.

Chorus

I stood there and watched as it bled,

Payback for each tear I have shed.

Go on, punish me, for delivering justice to myself.

Go on, punish me, I'm ready, I expected nothing else

From a dystopian world so unfair

That we've already forgotten to care.

Bridge

But I care.

I care enough to make sure it can never break another me,

Dreamers of the world, you can all now breathe free,

You're safe from the evil grip

Of indulging in field trips

And coming home in a burning car

With dry blood stains on your guitar.

Chorus

I stood there and watched as it bled,

Payback for each tear I have shed.

Go on, punish me for delivering justice to myself.

Go on, punish me, I'm ready, I expected nothing else

From a dystopian world so unfair

That we've already forgotten to care.