Song | An Industry Of Murder |
Artist | Graveyard |
Album | Lights Out |
Wherever you go, just follow | |
In the shadow of your stay. | |
Where you’re looking like a vulture | |
Watching every move. | |
Do you feel all of the souls? | |
You always will thin legs | |
Alone you walk among us | |
Your evil won’t be mad. | |
We’re the proper lies, | |
The public faults, it’s all | |
I want. The unholy outliers, | |
Got demonishing supplies. | |
All friends turn into enemies | |
And greed is at your palm. | |
Soon we’ll die in mothers grieve and | |
The story is the same. | |
Wherever you point your finger | |
Always violence causes it. | |
Paid the cause of something came from the gain | |
The unprecised rulers let the fear control your mind. | |
Should be boys just royal | |
But just burry our own songs. | |
That families are shadowed | |
Why do care should take our blind? | |
An industry of murder, | |
Scratching the right bodies. | |
Watch out for the bones | |
You’re causing new world tribe. | |
Just set the walls before you | |
The initial fire. | |
In history lacks the future, | |
Your empire will fall. | |
Paid the cause of something came from the gain | |
The unprecised rulers let the fear control your mind. |
Wherever you go, just follow | |
In the shadow of your stay. | |
Where you' re looking like a vulture | |
Watching every move. | |
Do you feel all of the souls? | |
You always will thin legs | |
Alone you walk among us | |
Your evil won' t be mad. | |
We' re the proper lies, | |
The public faults, it' s all | |
I want. The unholy outliers, | |
Got demonishing supplies. | |
All friends turn into enemies | |
And greed is at your palm. | |
Soon we' ll die in mothers grieve and | |
The story is the same. | |
Wherever you point your finger | |
Always violence causes it. | |
Paid the cause of something came from the gain | |
The unprecised rulers let the fear control your mind. | |
Should be boys just royal | |
But just burry our own songs. | |
That families are shadowed | |
Why do care should take our blind? | |
An industry of murder, | |
Scratching the right bodies. | |
Watch out for the bones | |
You' re causing new world tribe. | |
Just set the walls before you | |
The initial fire. | |
In history lacks the future, | |
Your empire will fall. | |
Paid the cause of something came from the gain | |
The unprecised rulers let the fear control your mind. |