Eyes toward the sun I can hear them mocking me When i'm on my feet they run I live to hear their screams
Fields and fields of swollen deer Harvest of wretchedness Eyes bulged, grinning ear to ear Bodies on bodies.....
Culling down the herd Well it's freedom for the land I know you hang on my every word Dont understand My inhumanity towards other man
Hunting seasons greeting my friend Come out fields of carnage baby From my rooftop treestand I wait for sand to drink their blood But it doesn't come
Shake it off man
Hooves turn to feet How do i know the tongues they speake What does it mean, what have I done What I have I done
No sand to drink their blood It rolls down concrete Life's a bitch baby, 18 lay dead on the street
From my rooftop treestand Disillusioned I won't say all that It was easier to choke down When I believed You were covered in fleas I apologize for showing you that side of me Nothing and noone can take it away Force fed from a hot lead feedbag Tattooed teardrops stain my cheeks...and losing teethTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
