With Conviction 歌词

Wolves still stalk The cruel concieved And I dig in my flesh; with conviction Old tongues helps define the torture All of us; sharpen the nail driving deeper under fingers Oh God it hurts Hollowing dirty, seething cuts Cruelty hightened, for it's needed They bring in wheezing cunts to help them Moving around in blood We've seen death without blinking You make me sick And there is one thing that I am left to do Surely standing on your throat Pressing down, hear you choke Wheezing, struggling without air Wipe my boot Polish it from all of your teeth marks Struggling for so long, with conviction I stand before the fight And see a sight of shrinking dicks The call for war begins With the sound of forsaken trumpets The wounded pass their weapons on to the others We let the bullets loose and they won't be seen ever again