There is murder with purpose
The desire to pull the throats from the perverse
Vindicated hate
The innocence taken
Is repaid with the blood of all those forsaken
Hung from the oak
Upside down
He will fall to you quicker
He is with you now
The children never sleep
Eyes forever awake
Hiding secrets
Pain and mistakes
Hell is in their home
Light has left their heart
Innocence is shattered
Souls torn apart
I hear their cries about the wolves in disguise
So I’ll cut out their empty hearts and tear out their eyes
Preying on the weak
I’ll kill your fucking breed
Taking back the lives of the children that you beat
Violence can be righteous and vengeance can be pure
Hands designed to nurture
Now used for torture
The only cure is murder [2x]
Hung from the oak
Upside down
He will fall to you quicker
He is with you now.
compositores: Andy Marsh
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