Violence Divine Songtext
von Prey for Nothing
Violence Divine Songtext
Blessed be the naïve who travel so far
Only to see their destroyed dreams
A pilgrimage of honesty is now twisted
After years of obscene stream
Blend Into The Darkness
Became as one with nothing at all
Invariable viciousness
Consume another flesh to control
Ask atonement for your mercy
And replace them with malice instead
Salvage the remains of integrity
And mutate them to serve as a blade
Blessed be thy shotgun who keep thee safe at night
Blessed by thy knuckle duster who tend your children right
Blessed be indifference which flag bureaucracy
Blessed be thy Violence which fortify thyself with thee
Ask atonement for your mercy
And replace them with malice instead
Salvage the remains of integrity
And mutate them to serve as a blade
Ask atonement for your mercy
And replace them with malice instead
Salvage the remains of integrity
And mutate them to serve as a blade
Terrorism doesn′t distinguish between human beings
Does not care if it strikes down men or women, adult or infant
With the stench of death in the air, at the sight of a bomb blast
While the television shows limbs flying in the streets, somewhere -
Someone is watching the same scenes
And rubbing his hands together in pleasure
As he plans the next attacks
Only to see their destroyed dreams
A pilgrimage of honesty is now twisted
After years of obscene stream
Blend Into The Darkness
Became as one with nothing at all
Invariable viciousness
Consume another flesh to control
Ask atonement for your mercy
And replace them with malice instead
Salvage the remains of integrity
And mutate them to serve as a blade
Blessed be thy shotgun who keep thee safe at night
Blessed by thy knuckle duster who tend your children right
Blessed be indifference which flag bureaucracy
Blessed be thy Violence which fortify thyself with thee
Ask atonement for your mercy
And replace them with malice instead
Salvage the remains of integrity
And mutate them to serve as a blade
Ask atonement for your mercy
And replace them with malice instead
Salvage the remains of integrity
And mutate them to serve as a blade
Terrorism doesn′t distinguish between human beings
Does not care if it strikes down men or women, adult or infant
With the stench of death in the air, at the sight of a bomb blast
While the television shows limbs flying in the streets, somewhere -
Someone is watching the same scenes
And rubbing his hands together in pleasure
As he plans the next attacks
Writer(s): Yaniv Aboudy, Yotam Avni Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com