Crimson Rain
The beast is here, the monster's alive
The end is near, no time to survive
It's over... It's over ...
The sand has stopped. You ran out of time
Now, now... If I was you
I might just watch my head
Cause if you can't keep them eyes open, you gon' end up... dead
The ground cold and heavy than a muthafucka
Ain't no way that you getting up out of that
And the chainsaw pack a lil' punch
I could hit you in the front and knock a hole out your back
And they wonder how my soul got so black
The same way that a heart rate fades
The same way that a man will stop breathing
If you put a hole in his chest with a blade
I'll bless your mind with my spade
I'll show you to your last day
I'll guarantee you'll beg for death when I deliver this pain
I'll give you something to die for, baby, let's go insane
And we can paint the town red, now show me that Crimson Rain
And the toll continues to rise
Now the coroner's pushing a new ride
Something foreign with them real big wheels
I guess that body bag duty got him doing alright
And we gonna keep them clients coming
Till it ain't no more room
Until they break from trying to hold them
Cause the can't take the fumes
Yes, sir, it's murder time. (It's murder time.)
It's time to let go
Let's make it hurt this time. (It hurts this time.)
Let's give 'em some more
I need them to see me coming
I need them to run in fear
I need them to think they got away
Just to find that I'm here
The end is near, no time to survive
It's over... It's over ...
The sand has stopped. You ran out of time
Now, now... If I was you
I might just watch my head
Cause if you can't keep them eyes open, you gon' end up... dead
The ground cold and heavy than a muthafucka
Ain't no way that you getting up out of that
And the chainsaw pack a lil' punch
I could hit you in the front and knock a hole out your back
And they wonder how my soul got so black
The same way that a heart rate fades
The same way that a man will stop breathing
If you put a hole in his chest with a blade
I'll bless your mind with my spade
I'll show you to your last day
I'll guarantee you'll beg for death when I deliver this pain
I'll give you something to die for, baby, let's go insane
And we can paint the town red, now show me that Crimson Rain
And the toll continues to rise
Now the coroner's pushing a new ride
Something foreign with them real big wheels
I guess that body bag duty got him doing alright
And we gonna keep them clients coming
Till it ain't no more room
Until they break from trying to hold them
Cause the can't take the fumes
Yes, sir, it's murder time. (It's murder time.)
It's time to let go
Let's make it hurt this time. (It hurts this time.)
Let's give 'em some more
I need them to see me coming
I need them to run in fear
I need them to think they got away
Just to find that I'm here
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Writer(s): Christian Rentschler
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