When your eyelids open up behind the fog*
It's time for the executioners, hooded death
Crawling sensations across your head
Bloodshot eyes in front of you
Courtain moves from side to side
You're alone and nobody's there
Let the devil take the hindmost
in this world of destruction anger reigns supreme
they want your blood you wanna scream
there is no place to run nothing but dead-end streets
it makes your hair stand on end
you've been caught, you're their first meal
the pain prevents you from the scream
flesh separating from its bones
smell your entrails while they slurp
and burn... motherfucker!
[Solo: Guillermo Izquierdo]
[Solo: David G. Álvarez]
die with no anesthesia pray for the end
you're gonna become one of them
it's time to hunt again now your first prey
serve yourself as you're starving to death
bloodshot eyes in front of you
courtain moves from side to side
you're alone and nobody's there
let the devil take the hindmost More from Angelus Apatrida