Album: Thieving From the House of God
Look at the grudge I bear, d'ya think I wanna be a part of the scene
Look at the clothes I'm wearing on the pages of your magazine
I do believe that revenge is a dish best served with fear
So all that I'm sayin is that the progress stops here
Listen to what I'm sayin, is it really what you want me to hear
Back in the saddle baby, cos I'm never gonna disappear
I know for a fact that my mind's in a mess but my concience is clear
So all that I'm sayin is that the progress stops here
I'm not the kind who can just run and hide when the going gets tough
I do believe theres a trick up my sleeve when it all gets too much
Day after day, I have toiled away through the blood and the grit
And if it aint broke, we gotta break it
Crawl through the blood
Crawl through the grit
Crawl through the filth
Crawl through the shit
Crawl through the pain
Crawl through the spit
And if it aint broke, you gotta break it
Well look at the scars I bear, d'ya really think I wanna be in the scene
Look at the way you've turned into just another fucking machine
I do believe that revenge is a dish best served with fear
So all that I'm sayin is that the progress stops here
Crawl through the blood
Crawl through the grit
Crawl through the filth
Crawl through the shit
Crawl through the pain
Crawl through the spit
And if it aint broke, you gotta break it
(The progress stops here)