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Bleeding Dry
Listen close to what I’m about to speak
Dig down deep and cut off a piece of meat
There is more than enough flesh for sale
Rusted barbed nails set the stage for my hell
My hell
My hell
I have suffered
Bleed me dry
I have endured
Have you now?
Your hell
Your hell
Your body is a tattered carapace
That spreads haste to the coming days of waste
You feel the disappointment in your core
Closed doors, will you see the sun anymore?
No
No
You have suffered
Bled you dry
Can you endure
Anymore?
The lost generation of these days
Where the sky is gray and depression stays
What is the true meaning of happy homes
When love is gone and you are left alone?
Tell me
Tell us
Hate is born in the bowels of despair
Without a care for the faces that stare
What I would give to just open their flesh
One last kiss before the reaper’s caress
Whisper
Whisper
They will suffer
Bleed them dry
Can they endure
Pain to come?
Doubt it
Doubt it
We gather together in the night
To take flight on our wings of their plight
Silent, we are the calm before the storm
No one warned them of the hate that was born
We will strike you down
Dig down deep and cut off a piece of meat
There is more than enough flesh for sale
Rusted barbed nails set the stage for my hell
My hell
My hell
I have suffered
Bleed me dry
I have endured
Have you now?
Your hell
Your hell
Your body is a tattered carapace
That spreads haste to the coming days of waste
You feel the disappointment in your core
Closed doors, will you see the sun anymore?
No
No
You have suffered
Bled you dry
Can you endure
Anymore?
The lost generation of these days
Where the sky is gray and depression stays
What is the true meaning of happy homes
When love is gone and you are left alone?
Tell me
Tell us
Hate is born in the bowels of despair
Without a care for the faces that stare
What I would give to just open their flesh
One last kiss before the reaper’s caress
Whisper
Whisper
They will suffer
Bleed them dry
Can they endure
Pain to come?
Doubt it
Doubt it
We gather together in the night
To take flight on our wings of their plight
Silent, we are the calm before the storm
No one warned them of the hate that was born
We will strike you down
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