Blood on the Cross

Falling apart, for public consumption Resisting the urge, a cry for attention Living online, dying of boredom A heave of rejection, the algorithm Came from the soil, bled on the cross How many lives, will tally this loss? F*ck a thin veil or hollow apology I won't stop until there's a lot of me Hid by design Deep in the roots But the land spoke shed light on the truth You will never take what was never yours to claim