The Impaler Songtext
von The Acacia Strain

We are the wolves who starve close to dying
Clinging to life for our actions to kill
Prey on the weak and we listen for crying
This is the closest we can bring you to hell

We are the wolves who dress as the sheep
Never resting and refusing to sleep
Leave no survivors we devour the dead
Scream all you can while we rip you to shreds
While we rip you to shreds
Rip you to shreds
Rip you to shreds

We destroy the things that make the world go round
We are the reason there is blood on the ground
We destroy the things that make the world go round
We are the reason there is blood on the ground
We destroy the things that make the world go round
We are the reason there is blood on the ground
We destroy the things that make the world go round
We are the reason there is blood on the ground


Oh my God (oh my God)
Oh my God
Oh my God (oh my God)
Oh my God

We destroy the things that make the world go round
We are the reason there is blood on the ground
We destroy the things that make the world go round
We are the reason there is blood on the ground

You′ll survive but you won't want to
Oh you′ll live but you won't want to
You shouldn't be outside in your condition
She shouldn′t be walking in her condition
You′ll survive but you won't want to
Oh you′ll live but you won't want to
You shouldn′t be outside in your condition
She shouldn't be walking in her condition

We destroy the things that make the world go round
We are the reason there is blood on the ground
We destroy the things that make the world go round
We are the reason there is blood on the ground


I have stolen the innocence of humanity
I can′t forgive myself for the things that I've done
I don't feel the least bit bad
I won′t apologize
I′m not fucking sorry

I'm not fucking sorry