I drag like morphine, dead weight, spit me out.
Have you created what you cannot contain?
Embalmed. I lost my life, I felt it pull out my nose.
But I feel a new heart and it's rattling my bones.
"Rise. Kill. Eat. Rise. Take my name."
Can you handle the taste? It's a race.
So if you see you know, you go.
Losing so much blood that it's feeling like a drug.
I'm a living ghost, a soul.
Never gonna rest 'till I finally reach my home.
And with the passion of a Capulet, I'm an arson, and I come in peace.
Only if you give me the fire that I crave.
It's on the tip of my tongue.
He's every song I have sung.
Traded a novocain mouth for a hurricane tongue.
And now my heart is full, and these hands are strong.
I left a dead, dead walk. Dead, dead walk.
Does the road lead up hill all the way? Yes!
To the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morning to night my dear, dear friend.
So if you see you know, you go.
Losing so much blood that it's feeling like a drug.
I'm a living ghost, a soul.
Never gonna rest 'till I finally reach my home.
Can't stop or give in until my heart stops beating.
We've finally reached the shore. We've come so far.
Won't stop 'till we know who you are.
Woke to riots eating up my home a blade in every hand. I join for BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD.
'Cause i have found no cause that turns my bones to build or fill my lungs.
So i will move until I'm spilling red and set it all ablaze.
I'm dealing with the fear of understanding every word.
I'm hearing, "BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD."
We are the failures, the dreamers, the scum of the earth.
I'll be a beggar 'till the day I die.
One. Two. Three. it's failure, failure, failure, rest.
We will not rest until we see THE NEW WORLD.
We will not rest until we're good and dead.
Have you created what you cannot contain?
Embalmed. I lost my life, I felt it pull out my nose.
But I feel a new heart and it's rattling my bones.
"Rise. Kill. Eat. Rise. Take my name."
Can you handle the taste? It's a race.
So if you see you know, you go.
Losing so much blood that it's feeling like a drug.
I'm a living ghost, a soul.
Never gonna rest 'till I finally reach my home.
And with the passion of a Capulet, I'm an arson, and I come in peace.
Only if you give me the fire that I crave.
It's on the tip of my tongue.
He's every song I have sung.
Traded a novocain mouth for a hurricane tongue.
And now my heart is full, and these hands are strong.
I left a dead, dead walk. Dead, dead walk.
Does the road lead up hill all the way? Yes!
To the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morning to night my dear, dear friend.
So if you see you know, you go.
Losing so much blood that it's feeling like a drug.
I'm a living ghost, a soul.
Never gonna rest 'till I finally reach my home.
Can't stop or give in until my heart stops beating.
We've finally reached the shore. We've come so far.
Won't stop 'till we know who you are.
Woke to riots eating up my home a blade in every hand. I join for BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD.
'Cause i have found no cause that turns my bones to build or fill my lungs.
So i will move until I'm spilling red and set it all ablaze.
I'm dealing with the fear of understanding every word.
I'm hearing, "BLOOD. BLOOD. BLOOD."
We are the failures, the dreamers, the scum of the earth.
I'll be a beggar 'till the day I die.
One. Two. Three. it's failure, failure, failure, rest.
We will not rest until we see THE NEW WORLD.
We will not rest until we're good and dead.