Stench of dead memories, hate is in the air. Piercing gaze, loathing eyes greets me a stare. What goes around comes smashing on my face. Yet there's no trace of remorse.
Face the pain, feel the warmth of my breath, your scars bleed silently when you pass me by You came a long way to watch me realize that I have grown horns on my head
Begone, my demons make your curses all undone Don't waste your needles; I've shed my skin and I'm long gone
Blighted ground shows a trail left in the soil. All around I bring plague, everything I spoil. A destroyer of virtue, but it takes one to know one.
You follow me and trip on bodies that I leave behind The sight of my misery would make me smile Defiled, hanging high and crucified. You have grown horns on your head.
Begone, my demons make your curses all undone Don't waste your needles; I've shed my skin and I'm long gone Reborn, my demons keep me working overtime - Do unto others as they've done to you
You think you were so pure - I was only the cure
Begone, my demons make your curses all undone Don't waste your needles; I've shed my skin and I'm long gone Reborn, my demons keep me working overtime - They smile when you come for more
My demons like you when you're on the ground Don't waste your needles; I've shed my skin and I'm long gone Reborn, my demons keep me working overtime - They laugh as I ravage again and againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
