Drawing Blood کے بول

Slit the wrist, the devil's kiss evil days it slips I loathe them and hate them for Their sickly toxic presence For the country I love they Show no god damn reverence No character, no pride A man without a sense of dignity Collectivist mindset, a danger to our liberty I feel the need to kill the seed To bleed the breed of this disease Happiness and ignorance as long As he can pay the rent Until the day that freedom's gone Utopian society, a welfare state for you and me Until the day that freedom's gone I smell it, I taste it It runs through my blood, I'm free I see the fear in your eyes I'm not afraid to bleed Survivalist of the apocalypse Fingertips my freedom grip