On the edge (гроулом поет не Кей) - Throes of Perdition | Текст песни

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• On the edge (гроулом поет не Кей)
• Throes of Perdition

Blind-folded and gagged, stood waiting
With the whole world my firing squad
At the edge of the world I'm faced out
Staring the sun right in the eye

Vultures circle above,
Hyenas mocking the kill,
Excrement drooling down their chins
Atop the cliffs I look down,
Into the starving hell-mouth
The rabid foam crashes hard on its teeth

Their mouth's salivate
Fantasizing my gruesome ending,
This world looks down upon
A man who can stand on his own two feet

As they're feeding their guns: "ready, aim"
They say I'll live, if I die for their cause
Living under the rule
Of fellow Cro-Magnon fool
They fear who leads and will kill to stay still

Their mouth's salivate
Fantasizing my gruesome ending,
This world looks down upon
A man who can stand on his own two feet

Without eating from their claws

Life feels like Hell should
This Hell's so cold
Pull another knife out,
Stick it with rest of them
When my back is full,
Turn me around to face it

Such melancholy, burning the stars from skies
As we melt, drowning inside
Their bloodied eyes
Hope is ravaged, running from lacerations
Sob so heavily, we choke, then we die

Die

Life feels like Hell should
This Hell's so cold
Pull another knife out,
Stick it with rest of them
When my back is full
Turn me around to face it

Sob so heavily, we choke,
Then we die


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