Letras:
The Bled Red Wedding

You are the teeth and the lungs Biting back and breathing in Cracked like a frozen moon The heat lamp seeps into the pores This is your interrogation

You are the teeth and the lungs. Biting back and breathing in. Cracked like a frozen moon. The heat lampseeps into the pores. This is your interrogation

back, double edged axe we cuttin all of em) [x2] [Holocaust] Inflicted with a rare disease, MC's flee Fought wars for centuries my wounds bled killer