And we go... Rush faster on the one-way lane The answers so silent Rusty gods in their machine-minds armors Grind our souls in the millstone of time The "deathbed harvest" is dead man's banquet Of mold ridden bread and black, poisoned wine And we

Let it all burn I will burn first God I've tried, am I lost in your eyes? Just let me burn, it's what I deserve. God I've lied, am I lost in your eyes? Just let me burn So cry 3 tears for me, When it's all gone,

You're dead and broken Everyday, I still say you're dead and broken Too many things I've never spoken I'm not feeling fine I never told you what to do I never made you a promise that you could hold me to That'll be the day you see me crying How many

Bleed on me, digesting the clotted scabs Blood thirsty, ungodly, passing on my curse The spell pissing gores of those I infect Become my loyal servants to ride me of my own rot Whittling meat from the bones of the dead Pulverizing pelvic regions with a

Get me some division, I called the dead by night to the god! Allay the chaos! Chains to my last victim! Set up the lights on the way to the skies Raising my sword to the lord! Calling your death in a black obsession, The only way wow!

I can't get you out of my head God knows I've tried But I just can't forget Those crazy nights And all the things that we did Well, I don't know just what it is Maybe it was the way you talked Maybe it was the way you laughed But I know I want you back

Momma said God took his time when he made me 'Cause in my eyes all that I see is dead meat God took his time when he made me I put my pride to the side, off safety I'm on a diet, on a diet from the fake beef On a diet, on a diet from the fake beef Pride

(We are) the anti-cancer (We are) the only answer Stripped down, we want you dead But what's inside of me, you'll never know (We are) bipolar gods (We are) you know what we are My life was always shit And I don't think I need this anymore

They were doolin', doolin'-dalton High or low, it was the same Easy money, and faithless women Red eye whiskey for the pain. Go down little dalton, it must be God's will Two brothers lyin' dead in Coffeeville. Two voices call to you from where they

Did you miss me? No, I don't know where I'm goin' But I'm goin', now is you comin' with me? Up, up and away Hey, do you trust me? If I was on my last dollar, dead broke, assed out, would you love me? Then it must be a match made in heaven God's Gift,