coming home after the war all that's left is a prisoner of two worlds the past is red of all the blood
I spilled the future's black because there is no hope nothing is sacred to me i want you, father, to fall on your knees in the desert far away my slaughtered innocence left to decay recollections of battles without end and the lifes
I took with my bare hands nothing is sacred to me i want you, father, to fall on your knees so
I walked into that church and that's when
I killed him the blood
I spilled just yesterday as if that pleasure had never been away stabbing the f**king life out ot him i learned the trade,
I always win nothing is sacred to me i want you, father, to fall on your knees the blood
I spilled just yesterday as it that pleasure had never been away
