I woke up with charcoal hands Clouds of grime crimes crown their hatred Fingers bound by iron bands In palms they stay clenched through the night
Wounds are green, neglected while I visit never-ending scenes, where the frenzy speaks Words of just repeated till bloodlust floods us
We open up to see hell Keep my teeth so deep into the lips where fury cries; “I want to see hell”
Pour your oil into their lungs Let it boil black, blistered tongues We both know nobody returns home from war
We open up to see hell Keep my teeth so deep into the lips where fury cries; “I want to see hell”
I know my hands still reach for hell Should I feed them the fire? I know my hands still reach for hell To condemn or to crown? To condemn or to crown? To condemn or to crown? To condemn or to crown?
Drops of bleach, discolor their eyes Leave them never-ending seas of uncertainty Still we know nobody returns, home, from, war.
To condemn or to crown? When will metronome count alone?
We open up to see hell Keep my teeth so deep into the lips where fury cries; “I want to see hell”
I know my hands still reach for hell should I feed them the fire? I know my hands still reach for hell Should I feed them the fire? I know my hands still reach for hell should I feed them the fire? I know my hands still reach for hell See Hell I know my hands still reach for hell should I feed them the fire? I know my hands still reach for hell We’ll leave you for now We’ll leave you for now We’ll leave you for now We’ll leave you for nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
