Tytuł: All Cried Out

• Wykonawca: Vendetta Red
• Wyświetleń: 416

Turn your back on your past make your mark with a crime that lasts
  'Guns don't kill..." but bullets do and I've been saving one for you
  Hold me down I can feel a seizure coming think I took too much marazine
  Saw blade bits tearing tendons from your neck like so much knives through bread
  til you head sags and falls to the ground cashmere crush covered in smoke
  I'm All Cried Out
  Soldiers march a red sunset blood soaked babies on bayonets
  The flag still waves for all to see like moonlight on my machete