Dead Poetic - Taste The Red Hands текст песни

Let it burn in your eyes Your cover is blown this time
And you knew this was gonna happen, you could taste the red hands
And like the flies, you'll eat the worst of everything
And you knew this was gonna happen, you could taste the red hands

But you needed this

There's a glossary of dirty words for people just like you
And only for people like you, I reserve the words:
Backstabbers and money whores, and dirty rotten millionaires
that always wanted more

Pull the wool on my eyes, like a crooked, burnt-out saint
I believed and soaked in every word you said,
always tasting red hands
But the fight never ended and we're all here
Singing loud for revolution, and sitting battles out

But you needed this

There's a glossary of dirty words for people just like you
And only for people like you, I reserve the words:
Backstabbers and money whores, and dirty rotten millionaires
that always wanted more

And it's sick outside, but I'm trying to keep you alive

And all fingers are pointing right at you

But I burned this down for you