Death Sublime

What's a man supposed to say before he dies
Playing the game with all of you fools and all of your filthy lies
The blade is blunt, just like life, as painful as can be
Devils come collect me and set my spirit free

Blood on the wall
Screams down the hall
Take the knife from my hand
The stench of death will find us all and convict us to the damned

She hunts them down and makes them scream
Cast the bodies into a pile and laughs at our wasted dreams
When she came to take me home, I looked away in shame
'Cuz at this point right now, I'm ready to break these goddamn chains

Blood on the wall
Screams down the hall
Take the knife from my hand
The stench of death will find us all and convict us to the damned



Credits
Writer(s): John Walker Ii
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