Troubled Waters Lyrics

Violence Ghosts Living Hell My Hands Are Made of Spite Along Nail Bite Down Cross Them Out Violence Clouds of Fire Pressure's On Walking Home Asleep Kersed It's Going to Be a Cold Winter This Is My War You'e All the Same Troubled Waters Throwing Bricks I Want to Put This to an End

Exit Fears Hysteria Into the Wayside, Part I / Sick Kersed Moving Principle My Hands Are Made of Spite Repeating the Circle This Is My War Throwing Bricks Violence