
Dead Wrong To The Grave (Ft. Michael Kearney)
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Blood soaks the bolt cutters
Bleach soaks the boxcutters
No revolutions before retaliation
Mistake of a creation
Your flesh obsession, no more
Thought we’d stop at liberation
Well they were dead wrong
Death threats carved into the flesh
Abolition knife twists, step on your neck
Demons smell blood and want the rest (six feet)
Aim down sights and breathe in deep
TTG on repeat
Spit back in their faces
Raise your weapons
Empty cages
Mistakе of a creation
Your flesh obsession, so long
Thought wе’d stop at liberation
They were dead wrong...
You had your final warning
If it breeds, it can bleed
If it can bleed it must die by morning
Bleach soaks the boxcutters
No revolutions before retaliation
Mistake of a creation
Your flesh obsession, no more
Thought we’d stop at liberation
Well they were dead wrong
Death threats carved into the flesh
Abolition knife twists, step on your neck
Demons smell blood and want the rest (six feet)
Aim down sights and breathe in deep
TTG on repeat
Spit back in their faces
Raise your weapons
Empty cages
Mistakе of a creation
Your flesh obsession, so long
Thought wе’d stop at liberation
They were dead wrong...
You had your final warning
If it breeds, it can bleed
If it can bleed it must die by morning
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