Question, nothing will come of it Replace, Destroy the parts that never seem to fit Cancer spreads through the nerve, through the tissue and we burn Infecting visuals giving nothing in return Resolutions, they never come The words come out, like vipers tongues Diseases spread through the world with no solution and we burn Infecting everyone they meet until we’re singing the same damned song
I have blood on the brain I see red like a snake Clearing way for the armies of out demise
If you want to believe in, believe in something No holy ghost will change your mind
Compositores: Darran Smith (PRS), Gareth Royston Davies (Gareth Davies) (PRS), Kris Roberts (PRS), Matthew Lee Davies Kreye (Matt Davies) (PRS), Ryan Richards (PRS)Editor: Headstrong Music Publishing Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #19230794 em 09/Abr/2024