Paroles de Flooded Lungs

Scorn and hatred grows on you The wound shall fester The rot grows darker still Bad dreams come Nightly blood spills for the failures of man Eat the forbidden fruit Moral truth does not exist for you You left us out to dry Overfed children of the profiteers of pain Your blood will be washed away by the acid rain You suck the lifeblood from the vein that you claim to maintain You will be purged in the purest flame and the devil will know you by name The blood is on your hands