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• Artiste: Butcher Babies
• Titre: Gravemaker
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I am a gravemaker you are all bleeding together Your eyes, limbs, words I can't be, I won't be your A twisted pile of metal in my head I'm tied to your fascist mold I can't be, I won't be your god You wanted a god? Well, here's your god Now tear me apart, waste me! Rip out my heart I can't be, I won't be your god You wanted a god? Well, here's your god You wanted a god? Well, here's your god Bent over bleeding And my skin is crawling with leeches From slumming they're feeding off my name Exiled from my mind to hide the faces inside I'll drag you to hell with me I'll drag you to hell I'll drag you to hell To hell with me I am a casualty stripped of my cage Extracting each vein to fit in I can't be, I won't be your Scratched from behind your pulling my nerves From inside to cover your sins Tear off my skin, make me bleed I can't be, I won't be your god You wanted a god? Well, here's your god Bent over bleeding And my skin is crawling with leeches From slumming they're feeding off my name Exiled from my mind to hide the faces inside I'll drag you to hell with me I'll drag you to hell I'll drag you to hell To hell with me "Therefore, brethren. I call upon you, through the compassions and mercies of God, to present your bodies A sacrifice - living, sanctified, acceptable to God - your intelligent, spiritual service." I can't fix your human tragedy as I'm your victim I can't be the leash you want me to be when I'm constricted I won't be your god! I can't be your god! I won't be your god! I'm not your fucking god I'll drag you to hell with me I'll drag you to hell To hell with me...