Death Angel - Famine 2004

Famine
Death Angel
Turning knot rotting in my gut
Got me feeling so corrupt
Like a second hand politician
I'm a study in malnutrition
Every star I see I'm wishing
Got a deathbed at 12th and mission
New kind of
Long ago once upon a time
Hundred miles an hour time flew by
Now gravestones become friends
Practice voo doo superstition
Like an archangel from heaven
Got a deathbed at 12th and mission
In need of sleep we crawl the street
American dream gone
Blood dirt money hustle and scheme
American dream gone
In need of sleep we crawl the street
American dream gone
Blood dirt money hustle and scheme
American dream gone
Mentally unfed
Spiritually dead
The flock's been misled
New kind of wicked
Turning knot rotting in my gut
Got me feeling so corrupt
Stomach's screaming deep inside
Another day got no place to hide
In need of sleep we crawl the street
American dream gone
Blood dirt money hustle and scheme
American dream gone
In need of sleep we crawl the street
American dream gone
Blood dirt money hustle and scheme
American dream gone
In need of sleep we crawl the street
American dream gone
Blood dirt money hustle and scheme
Gone

Songwriters: Andrew Victor Galeon / Dennis A. Pepa / Mark Osegueda / Rob Cavestany

Дата на публикация: 23 февруари, 2020
Категория: Музика
Ключови думи: Angel death 2004 Famine

Показване на още