Letra

Hands to your hymnals Hell's at the door It bellows and it growls and it roars I was snared by a sickness Some fever in my lungs Hold my language like an armor And thin brand on my tongue (Ah) Ooh-ooh-ooh... I spilled blood in the water Then let the storm roll in I put my hands in the fire Watched my welcome wear thin Salt in my wounds and spit in my eye I burned the path you walk on And I let none survive We are painted with the fear that if The sea recedes it never comes back But there are two things I know for sure I will be free I will be free I will be free And you can't cheat death Can't cheat death Can't cheat death Can't cheat death Head full of poison The devil in your heart You're a dark toothed liar And you're caught up in smoke Pour acid in your glass And I watch you talk I rue the day I met you And I curse the words you spoke I ain't your savior I ain't your saint I cut the rope you keep me on And I dug up your grave You're envious of ghosts And whether hands are dead You got no marrow in them bones Just trouble and sin We are painted with the fear that if The sea recedes it never comes back But there are two things I know for sure I will be free I will be free I will be free And you can't cheat death Can't cheat death You can't cheat death Can't cheat death You can't cheat death Can't cheat Can't cheat death Can't cheat death Can't cheat
Writer(s): Martin Earley, Calin Peters, Annika Earley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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