Testo di The Righteous Dead

Make sure my pulse is a at solid stand still, Break my neck, give my throat no air. So help me, so help me I'm coming for you blood So help me, so help me Something you can't fucking stop Did i ever give a damn when you tried to fucking break me? Did i ever give a damn when you tried to fucking break me? You will feel my wrath, this is not a joke You will when you're pulled in half, this is not a joke And if you feel me, throw your hands up Here's a good one And if you feel me, i'll rip you're head off Hell can't hold me And if these chains don't hold me, you'll feel my wrath So if these chains don't hold me, you'll feel my wrath I'll force my hate, down your fucking throat I'll force my hate, i'll force my hate So help me, so help me I'm coming for you're blood So help me, so help me Something you can't fucking stop There's nothing left, you've skinned me dry There's nothing left when the righteous die There's nothing left, you've skinned me dry There's nothing left when the righteous die