Preachers in the little deaths, they got what they've asked. They got an autumned hearse as it drove right by. And I all got together and I all dropped together and I all tossed and turned as I drowned out my peace. I had my own little deaths with my own little kinds.
War is my mistress adore, the one that I've always had. War is the mainline mirage that fills what I can't. In the eyes of the has-beens, in the trails of the animal c**** and I know my own little deaths. War is my mistress adore that I'll always have. War is the mainline that feels what I can't. And when my bankrupt neck and my skull full of debt can't stand. I'm making my way towards death's wooden door and I'm bringing a f****** battering ram... I'll bring a f****** battering ram in the name of the kindred dirt. In the name of our failures, in the name of our failures well-earned. All of us has-beens, all of us animal c****... all of us bleed in the name of all of us born with hellionaire blood.
War is my mistress adore, the one that I've always had. War is the mainline mirage that fills what I can't. In the eyes of the has-beens, in the trails of the animal c**** and I know my own little deaths. War is my mistress adore that I'll always have. War is the mainline that feels what I can't. And when my bankrupt neck and my skull full of debt can't stand. I'm making my way towards death's wooden door and I'm bringing a f****** battering ram... I'll bring a f****** battering ram in the name of the kindred dirt. In the name of our failures, in the name of our failures well-earned. All of us has-beens, all of us animal c****... all of us bleed in the name of all of us born with hellionaire blood.