원문 가사
EN번역이 아직 없습니다. 원문 가사를 표시합니다.
Hung, drawn, and bled on a sacrifice bed
star charts, sanguine doctrine, the paths of the dead
fools map the stars towards a brighter tomorrow
but where will they turn to when they've nothing to live for
I rise above and I challenge your ways
to perpetually mock you the rest of your days
I've chosen my own path, it's mapped out in scars
with no faith in your prophets, your tarot, your stars
(chorus)
I tortured myself towards this insight catharsis
self mutilations and driven to madness
a blood moon eclipse is the omen I wait for
decimate the human race, make it like it was before
Hung, drawn, and bled, better off dead
no mourners at gravesides, no tears to be shed
I see the future in gashes and murder
your last days upon this earth, I'll make sure they go no further
if you could see you the way that I see you
you'd vomit in anguish, you'd know why I hate you
you follow false signs to prepare for what's next
yet your incompetance can never forsee your own death
(chorus)
I never believed in it
you mock me with curses
yet still it does shit
you lie to yourself
to exhault your importance
you're foolish and worthless
your breath has been wasted
(chorus)
