Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fed to the Dogs, artist - Visceral Bleeding. Date of issue: 13.06.2004
Song language: English
Fed to the Dogs |
| Nervous twitching, panic rising, heart is pounding, hard to breathe |
| Running, fleeing, there’s no way, to overpower these mad beasts |
| Feel them gaining, getting closer, soon they’ll have my scent |
| Turn, run another way |
| Sudden moves, sudden spin, have to make them go the other way |
| Make them loose my scent, predators, running, hunting me |
| Wants my blood, want to sink, their razor-sharp teeth into me |
| Craving blood imagening, teeth in me |
| As I turn, I scratch my arm, blood from the wound will fuel their rage |
| Eyes are burning, from the sweat, running down my white pale face |
| In the corner of my eye, I see them, they have run me down |
| Gnawing, chewing, tearing ripping flesh |
| Their grizzly wrath unleashed upon me |
| I’m ripped to pieces |
| Stare, with their blood shot eyes, ready look, empty gaze, only driven, |
| by their lust for blood |
| Hear aweful crunching sounds, as their jaws sink down hard, crushing my bones, |
| tissues gets revealed |
| Gnawing at my face, chewing at my arms |
| I can feel the flesh give in to them, to their grizzly wrath |
| Eaten by these predators |
| I’ll be a pile of bones |
| Nothing can stop these furious flesh craving bastards |
| Disgusting mix of blood and drool |
| Smearing on my face |
| Filling up my mouth, makes me sick |
| Empty staring blood shot eyes |
| Running, fleeing, there’s no way to overpower, these mad beasts |
| Feel them gaining, getting closer, soon they’ll have my scent |