Drink with the Dead piosenki

You've hurt me for the last time Inside, pain I find. Don't come crying to me You've burnt your bridges down Why have I wasted so long, 3 years... I feel the disease that you bring I felt the swell of your sting I was there, when you closed the door...

The flies crawl up in your face, It must be the shit from your mouth they taste. Is this place what you call a home... Where you're rejected and left alone. Your walls keep me encaged Held as a prisoner every day Freedom is just the lies we perceive Th...

Have you ever felt this cold Standing in the shadow of death You can't escape from your demise Die, die...you die by design Taste the blood of your regrets See your shrine smashed to bits Terror takes hold of me A murky haze burns a path No solitude...

Stuck with the stain that you left These feelings never went away I never really gave a fuck Even though I was hear to stay I think I've had too much Wash the dirt off me Theres blood on my hands You could never understand that... My beer is my...

Lead me on, I'll sit up and beg Fuck with my head, I'll be your toy You can, you can abuse me You can, you can abuse me I am the vessel for your frustration Smother me with your desires, I am a blank canvas. Pull my strings, mould me as you like You...

Hammered down your man-made democracy Pour salt in the wounds Paper gods make all the gestures They're coming in our face. Fuck what you have said to me With your arms wrapped around me Retaliate or compensate I never knew my own mind As a bloo...

Why did you sell yourself out... Those attempts were not vain You get what you give. Dont eat from the remains You make your own path. Wading throught the sludge of life Burdened by it all, Idly you stand aside Others pull the weight My face is...

What you are... What have you become? (x2) Yeah...you look real nice, Just for the meat to entice You can get your fill You say this way's easier. You can dress up a pig but its still just a pig Pearls for swine Pearls for swine Shallow and cheap...

Hammered down your man-made democracy Pour salt in the wounds Paper gods make all the gestures They're coming in our face. This is what I'll be...don't you fucking cradle me The cause of my hostility, cut your throat while I sleep. You want it all....