Murderer's Collar
Bulletbelt
Rise Of The Banshee • 2014
Lyrics
This was not the centre stage
I asked for
Through the crowd I feel their hate
They tell the tale of my reign
This city, how I was insane
Can not pray with poisoned tongue, or kneel on broken bones
Can not sing with punctured lung, nor see with eyes of stones
How can god hear your cries, you've rolled snake eyes
Pray the snap is swift and fast, silence deep deaths aghast
[repeat verse]
Killer, hang em, butcher, they shout
Murder, hang em, destroy, they shout
This was not the centre stage
I asked for
Through the crowd I feel their hate
They tell the tale of my reign
This city, how I was insane
Killer, hang em, butcher, they shout
Murder, hang em, destroy, they shout
You can not pray with poisoned tongue!
I asked for
Through the crowd I feel their hate
They tell the tale of my reign
This city, how I was insane
Can not pray with poisoned tongue, or kneel on broken bones
Can not sing with punctured lung, nor see with eyes of stones
How can god hear your cries, you've rolled snake eyes
Pray the snap is swift and fast, silence deep deaths aghast
[repeat verse]
Killer, hang em, butcher, they shout
Murder, hang em, destroy, they shout
This was not the centre stage
I asked for
Through the crowd I feel their hate
They tell the tale of my reign
This city, how I was insane
Killer, hang em, butcher, they shout
Murder, hang em, destroy, they shout
You can not pray with poisoned tongue!
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