Drink With The Dead - Spite Your Veins 歌词

Hammered down your man-made democracy

Pour salt in the wounds

Paper gods make all the gestures

They're coming in our face.

This is what I'll be...don't you fucking cradle me

The cause of my hostility, cut your throat while I sleep.

You want it all.

Bury me to the ground...suffocate, I watch myself die

And you come back around

You can't have it all.

Why won't you die!!!

One day when Im a man

That day you'll understand

Bloody fist pounds me insane

Rip out my heart and spite your veins.

You tore out my eyes, asked me what I see

I never speak for I'm bound to be...

Cheapened, molested

Left with no dignity or pride.

Don't you fucking cradle me...

You're no better than me

Bury me to the ground...

(no better than me)

Why won't you die!!!

One day, I'll be a man

That day, you'll understand

Push you from the reins

Slit my wrists and spite your veins...

Spite Your Veins

You're in my world now.

Spite Your Veins

Fuck what you said to me

With your arms wrapped around me,

This is just the beginning,

Your time is running out

Your time is running out

Your time is running out

I absorb your absolution

I'll spit it back in your face

Force you to accept the blame

Learn to spite your veins

Its not easy, don't say its fine

Tired of fucking up all the time

Left me ruined, a shadow of myself

I never wanted this kind of help.
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