Bring to Me the Kill Songtext
von Werewolves
Bring to Me the Kill Songtext
Uh
Oh
Arsenic trioxide
Chemo lasting four years
Settled in my bones
I am toxic to the core
A mosquito lands
Tries to drink my blood
Then the fucker falls off dead
Bringing the kill with my dead
(Encoffined) wrapped up in a death
(No compassion) roasted and skinned
(My fangs taste) the dustbowl years
(There′s a feast) on the horizon
(We come out) when the moon rises
(Kill all) genders, colours, sizes
(What it takes) to thrive in this
Toxic to the core
Do you know how many times we've done this?
You′re going to die up there
End of days
Firing rockets at heaven
Biting off a lover's ear
There's things you will not know
There′s things you′ll never hear!
Bring to me the kill, uh
(And now that) all is destroyed
(I shall have) satisfaction
(My fangs taste) the dustbowl years
(There's a feast) on the horizon
(We come out) when the sun sets
(Eating the slow) mean, or stupid
(Freight train brings) a nighttime meal
No one will get out alive
Now our time has come
Bring to me the kill
Gorging upon slaughter
Absolutely out of order
(Innocent) I hate you
(Self-esteem) I hate you
(Full of hope) still fucking hate you
How about you go get fucked
This world was made for me not you
Oh
Arsenic trioxide
Chemo lasting four years
Settled in my bones
I am toxic to the core
A mosquito lands
Tries to drink my blood
Then the fucker falls off dead
Bringing the kill with my dead
(Encoffined) wrapped up in a death
(No compassion) roasted and skinned
(My fangs taste) the dustbowl years
(There′s a feast) on the horizon
(We come out) when the moon rises
(Kill all) genders, colours, sizes
(What it takes) to thrive in this
Toxic to the core
Do you know how many times we've done this?
You′re going to die up there
End of days
Firing rockets at heaven
Biting off a lover's ear
There's things you will not know
There′s things you′ll never hear!
Bring to me the kill, uh
(And now that) all is destroyed
(I shall have) satisfaction
(My fangs taste) the dustbowl years
(There's a feast) on the horizon
(We come out) when the sun sets
(Eating the slow) mean, or stupid
(Freight train brings) a nighttime meal
No one will get out alive
Now our time has come
Bring to me the kill
Gorging upon slaughter
Absolutely out of order
(Innocent) I hate you
(Self-esteem) I hate you
(Full of hope) still fucking hate you
How about you go get fucked
This world was made for me not you
Writer(s): David Haley, Matthew Wilcock, Sam Beam Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com