Dead Poetic - Taste The Red Hands

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Let it burn in your eyes
Your cover is blown this time, and you knew
You knew this was gonna happen, you could taste the red hands
And like the flies
You’ll eat the worst of everything
And you knew this was gonna happen, you could taste the red hands
But you needed this, you needed this
You needed this
You needed this
There’s a glossary of dirty words for people just like you
And only
For people like you, I reserve the words:
Backstabbers and money whores
And dirty rotten millionaires
That always wanted more
Pull the wool on my eyes
Like a crooked, burnt-out saint
I believed and soaked in every word you said
Always tasting red hands
But the fight
Never ended and we’re all here
Singing loud for revolution, and sitting battles out
But you needed this, you needed this
You needed this
You needed this
There’s a glossary of dirty words for people just like you
And only
For people like you, I reserve the words:
Backstabbers and money whores
And dirty rotten millionaires
That always wanted more
And it’s sick outside, but I’m trying to keep you alive
And all fingers are pointing right at you
But I burned this down for you