Scalp Chiseler

This was a sword above my head - tryin' to figure out what dead men
said. Black hole eyes,
my shoulders tremblin' - there's not a drug that ain't worth taking.

Heavy axe with casket weight. When it swings embrace your fate.
If I struggle just don't fight - tie
up my hands, make sure they're tight.

TOMAHAWK INCOMING
Don't make me part of your totem yet. 'Cause I haven't left.

Have they got their knives in for me? Can't talk now,
they might be listening.
Do you see that hole in the ceiling?
That's where they're letting the devils in.

Son, could you take these chains off me? Son, are you even listening?
Son, why have you forsaken me?
Son, could you please just pray for me?

TOMAHAWK INCOMING
Don't make me part of your totem yet. 'Cause I haven't left.



Credits
Writer(s): Hendrikus Christoffe Lamprecht, Pieter Swanepoel, Barend Frederick Booysen
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