Текст песни Murder In The Rye

The fear of death is an idol made of solid gold Through an open wound you can see my tortured soul Mother said love would sweeten my bile As an adult I know it's just a lie Just a fucking lie to make me kneel Reaching higher like extacy I'm teaching fire, you're gonna see that I Strike to touch the sky One more to make you cry Like a murder in the rye Lay down and die Now the chains of life has reduced me to a stain But noone's gonna love you like my fist love's your face