I am the red in the sick bloodshot eyes
I wrap the flesh in black plastic suites
The gods and the shields speak no lies
My warganism is tied on a cold empty route.
Hands are claws and my head is a mess
My feet on the road, get ready again
Pump up the blood and don't look in my face
Feel the skin boiling inside like a circus of pain
Like the digits of a million centipedes connected to power
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Pushing against the bastard sons of my enemies cavalry
I speak the false irreverent psalms in god's dirty hour
The skies echoes black in the dead mouth of war, soothing me
Let's build the freak as a new god on the shore
Let's come along together with the foulest roar
I'll be the one who stands in the dead mouth of war.
Thanks to Razvan
I wrap the flesh in black plastic suites
The gods and the shields speak no lies
My warganism is tied on a cold empty route.
Hands are claws and my head is a mess
My feet on the road, get ready again
Pump up the blood and don't look in my face
Feel the skin boiling inside like a circus of pain
Like the digits of a million centipedes connected to power
Find More lyrics at www.sweetslyrics.com
Pushing against the bastard sons of my enemies cavalry
I speak the false irreverent psalms in god's dirty hour
The skies echoes black in the dead mouth of war, soothing me
Let's build the freak as a new god on the shore
Let's come along together with the foulest roar
I'll be the one who stands in the dead mouth of war.
Thanks to Razvan
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