Ew, Gross!
Lyrics
I'd partake but I can't relate since that day
I made my last mistake and I hate The way that you create in paint
Saints and fate to perpetuate
A numbness to what's below you Under a guise that preaches refuge Only to tear apart the ones who you deem
As sinners in some bullshit pursuit
Bleeding rust, From angel dust
Who can touch, the butcher's son?
Azarael go and tell, your father he belongs in hell
I've heard the gospel, now burned apostles
Speak the words behind my nostrils
Azarael go and tell, your father he belongs in hell
I've heard the gospel, now burned apostles
Speak the words behind my nostrils
Azarael go and tell, your father he belongs in hell
I've heard the gospel, now burned apostles
Speak the words behind my nostrils
Bleeding rust, From angel dust
Who can touch, the butcher's son?
Though I walk through the valley
It seems it's just god's dark alley
Your demons may die, but they can still live in your mind
Your demons may die, but they can still live in your mind
Your demons may die, but they can still live in your mind
Your demons may die, but they can still live in your mind
Your demons may die, but they can still live in your mind
Your demons may die, but they can still live in your mind
Writer(s): Zakkary Moreno
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
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