12 Gauge Outrage

Return from soil
Brittle bones and
Melted flesh
Tales of old
Created out of this
Hazardous mess
Ripped and torn
Nails rip in flesh
And thwart you
Ruling mind
Ripe and known

We are called your death
Take your fucking life
We will be your death
We will take a stand
Aim straight for their head
Pull the trigger now he's dead

Crypts of old
Rebels of souls
Raise alarms
Shotgun load
Spray their brains
Down onto the road
Raise in arms
Refuge filled to start new life
World reborn

They will come once
They have seen you
Gain in numbers
And surround you
Nails and teeth
Dig deep into you
Fever and death soon
Will consume you

We are called your death
Take your fucking life
We will be your death
We will take a stand
Aim straight for their head
Pull the trigger now he's dead

We are called your death
Take your fucking life
We will be your death
We will take a stand
Aim straight for their head
Pull the trigger now he's dead



Credits
Writer(s): Ciaran Byrne, Ciaran Foley
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