Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Revenge, artist - NIM VIND. Album song The Stillness Illness, in the genre ПанкDate of issue: 18.06.2009
Record label: Silverdust
Song language: English
Revenge |
| For me it’s cold like the reptile’s blood |
| The diamond in rattler eye |
| A vaccine to mystified |
| A cold at your door |
| Damming the signs of end times |
| The hammer waits to fall |
| The streets are cursed and violent |
| Pull weapons from the wall |
| And if your charge is killing me |
| There ain’t no cure to call |
| There in in blackened swagger |
| There now a cruel sweetheart |
| Get your gun |
| For me it’s cold like a soldier’s stride |
| Like hands on a homicide |
| Police at my suicide |
| A cold on the floor |
| Damming signs of end times |
| The anvil waits to fall |
| Threats are marked and imminent |
| Pull weapons from the wall |
| It’s going down for me |
| The madness has energized |
| Continues to mesmerize |
| The masses have organized |
| And take hold the floor |
| Revolution is coming fast |
| Like days of a civil war |
| Your rationed right dissolving |
| Won’t matter anymore |
| And if you’ve come to kill me |
| There ain’t no cure to call |
| I will in blackened swagger |
| I will now creul sweetheart |
| Get my gun |
| And get some killing done |