Devil Ate My Son - Teach Me To Whisper Lyrics

Trouble is on its way
It's on its way

Another day, another decision
One that eventually affects us both
Teach me to whisper, cause I feel like screaming
Teach me to whisper

Anger and hatred are their oars
Revenge their vessel
Be strong, be patient

Making the best of a bad situation
Making the best of!
Making the best of a bad situation
Making the best of!

This is your conscience speaking, spare your spirit
Trouble is on its way, it's on its way
Teach me to whisper
Cause I feel like screaming, teach me to whisper

Anger and hatred are their oars
Revenge their vessel
Be strong
Be patient

Making the best of a bad situation
Making the best of!
Making the best of a bad situation
Making the best of!

Behold the destroyer
By the hand of man
Death be delivered


Anger and hatred are their oars
Revenge their vessel
Be strong
Be patient

Making the best of a bad situation
Making the best of!
Making the best of a bad situation
Making the best of!
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