Werewolves - They Will Pay with Their Own Blood Lyrics

I like your hate
It's good and pure
I should know
I'm a connoisseur
I picked you out from your glow
We know things nobody knows
Whether rutting inside dumpsters
Or lecturing from the ash
Speak the language of abandonment
From the gospel of the lash
Tidal forces from the earth, taking lessons learned from birth,
Abhorrence in situ discovered
Deadened senses tidal locking, shunned degraded, nothing's shocking
Gorged with endless appetites
Endless fighting, peacetime malaise, all my instincts set to erase
See the smile on my face
Cradle punching, memories, through swollen eyes see enemies
Everything is dead to me
No-one listening
Breathing out
Hand over hand
Pulling insides out
Dissected faces
See behind disdain
Explain yourself
While scalpels interrogate
The world's not black and white
It's red and true
The truth pours forth for all to see
I have a use for you
Mating like a thug
Violence and velocity
Harrowing atrocity
True artist treads the stage
Burn with an endless rage
Rise up from the mud
Our mass graves dug, boundless vengeance
They'll pay with their own blood

I like your hate
It's good and pure
I should know
I'm a connoisseur
I picked you out from your glow
We know things nobody knows
Whether rutting inside dumpsters
Or lecturing from the ash
Speak the language of abandonment
From the gospel of the lash
Tidal forces from the earth, taking lessons learned from birth,
Abhorrence in situ discovered
Deadened senses tidal locking, shunned degraded, nothing's shocking
Gorged with endless appetites
Endless fighting, peacetime malaise, all my instincts set to erase
See the smile on my face
Cradle punching, memories, through swollen eyes see enemies
Everything is dead to me
No-one listening
Breathing out
Hand over hand
Pulling insides out
Dissected faces
See behind disdain
Explain yourself
While scalpels interrogate
The world's not black and white
It's red and true
The truth pours forth for all to see
I have a use for you
Mating like a thug
Violence and velocity
Harrowing atrocity
True artist treads the stage
Burn with an endless rage
Rise up from the mud
Our mass graves dug, boundless vengeance
They'll pay with their own blood