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Armored Saint - Deep Rotted Anger Armored Saint - Deep Rotted Anger |
*** Autor textu: John Bush *** Autor hudby: Armored Saint | Before all else, better get yourself armed yeah
Watch as they gravitate to your irresistible charm
Yeah - irresistible, irresistible
Who is going to guard the guards themselves
If you always lay down in the name of help
The paupers learn quick or fall to the side
It's all me myself and I
Who is going to guard the guards themselves
When all you do is try to survive the pelts
The paupers learn quick or fall to the side
I live me myself, me myself and I
Don't look to heaven, cause you think that
Your due reward
You think you do?
In my hand is a chisel
For the chip on my shoulder
I can't afford no
Spewing energy
You say the sky cries along with me
Passive aggressive man
Trying to trade in human misery
Let go of better wisdom
11. What's Your Pleasure
Come here and bend over
Torturing I like
I'm picking candy from a window store
And want to eat everything in sight
It's so nourishing
Every move is exciting
All there for the take tonight
Come near I bet you wonder
If I'm a callous man
Execution by the numbers
Unable to withstand
Do you feel yourself breaking sweat
Light head, short of breath
Watch me cry them tears of joy
I got some news for you
All the pain you'll feel is due
So tell me
What's your pleasure - oh the pleasure's mine
What's your pleasure - running down your spine
What's your pleasure - oh about to lose your
Mind, mind
Don't sigh it ain't over
I got a second wind
Your gonna sink further
Struggle for oxygen
It's so nourishing, every move is exciting
Hold on for the final ride of your life
12. Upon My Departure
When the final bell is rung
And the game's declared over
We speak the words goodbye
And I know it's forever
An empty pit inside my chest
Was more than a small clue
No you'll never see me again
Something I gotta get used to
But you left much behind
Some peace and vital signs
Food for a busy mind
And souvenirs to hold tight
Just a passenger on your jetliner
Crashing to the ground
But the impact doesn't make a sound
Well a lesson to be learned
From your departure
Funny thing but when you went away
I lost part of my cure
And now I'm searching hard
Underneath every card
Hoping with best regards
You'll bail me out of this dream state
Oh but what I feel
Unfortunately is real
Feeling the sting of pain
Not a damn thing can erase the stain
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