Bloody Angles

These are definite borders
But they have very short walls
When you're stunned gets tough to figure which side your on

Is it a fact or a fragment
Is this love or control
Well it's all a target if you keep staring through a scope

I can't read your signals
Are we turning cheeks or tables
Will our hands find one another?
Will we wash them off each other?
Friend or foe?

When the wounds started showing?
What we keep to ourselves
We turned on each other and it all went to hell

In the confusion
Shots from the bloodiest angles yet its friendly fire
But we're bleeding out just the same from it
What good's this white flag?
When it's dripping with red

I can't read your signals are we turning cheeks or tables
Will our hands find one another?
Will we wash them off each other?

Are you a friend or foe?
Are you a friend or foe?

I won't hate you, you are not my enemy
I won't hate you, you are not my enemy
For all that you've taken
I still get to make this decision

I won't hate you, I'm not your enemy
I won't hate you