
Date of issue: 07.09.2009
Song language: English
Preacher |
Mourning in the ashes like dust upon the masses |
In a world of which we once felt saved from |
Bind a false creation, blind manipulation |
Will the bodies rise like our fallen preacher? |
Slaves to the hand that feeds |
And in tormenting our minds |
We are crawling in ruins |
Ripped up inside |
I’ve seen me insane |
I felt my head fall |
It took me to bleed |
Was it worth it all |
Slaves to the hand that feeds |
And in tormenting our minds |
We are crawling in ruins |
Ripped up inside |
Pray down on your knees this is the world you find |
Fate I have fallen too deep an won’t get out alive |
In the end there is no place to hide |
I know somehow this is my demise |
Fate in these ruins, we’re burning alive |
In the ruins where you are defied |
Slaves to the hand that feeds |
And in tormenting our minds |
We are crawling in ruins |
Ripped up inside |
I’ve seen me insane |
I felt my head fall |
It took me to bleed |
Was it worth it all |
Slaves to the hand that feeds |
And in tormenting our minds |
We are crawling in ruins |
Ripped up inside |
Pray down on your knees this is the world you find |
Fate I have fallen too deep an won’t get out alive |
In the end there is no place to hide |
I know somehow this is my demise |
Preacher |
Preacher |
In the end there is no place to hide |
I know somehow this is my demise |