Thistle Suit Paroles

Hold it straight to the temple of his skull

I'm your temple
your backbone

What would make a man
Put a gun to his temple
Cold gun to his head
Pull the trigger

What would make a man
Empty his life blood
Open up his head
Bleed it like a river

Your head blown
Your head blown
Your head blown
Your head blown

You're my friend
You're my blood
You're my life
You're my soul