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Crisis; different ways of decay
I think I'm rotting on the inside. way down deep inside my soul... I've built this little coffin that I live in every day. I peek out every day or so to see those ghosts at play. I've got my knife right by my side. I keep it warm, I hold the blade. I want to keep watch, keep hold... for when they come to take my soul away. [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/different-ways-of-decay-lyrics-crisis.html ] I've got this fear living inside me. it keeps me crippled and cold. like a child I lie frozen. I hope these arms won't reach out and take hold. there's blood on my face it keeps me warm at night...
Crisis - Blood Burden
I can hear the dogs in their hysteria,Salivating for
the taste of our rotten failure. Brutality of flesh and
bone Making enemies where there were none Gangs of
God are on the move To bleed the slain in shallow
tombs you can be my cradle and I your grave
Captivated, we fall to meet our fate Between layers of
coma and death in fields of blood it's a sightless,
soundless, muted sense of touch This broken world is
spiritless and homeless, burning in the wreckage of its
own damn coldness... Brutality of flesh and bone
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/blood-burden-lyrics-crisis.html ]
Making enemies where there were none Gangs of hate
are on the move To Bleed the slain in shallow tombs
We exist in between the crack of life and death
struggle in between betrayal and the end... Grasping
dry Lifeless earthen Decomposition Run and hide your
flesh is no haven from suffocation Blood Burden
knows no bounds Dig deep to skeletons in the ground
Blood Burden knows no bounds.
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