Beneath the Plague letra

Are you even listening
Can you taste the disgust in my eyes
Do you fucking blame me
For the fact that you hate
What you have created here
Feed me
On guilt and misery
Teach me
With hate and tragedy
I'm of your rib
You carved my bone
And now you leave me
To die alone
I refuse to breathe like this
I'll be waiting
In hell with a gun
I have six bullets for your soul

Martyr A.D. - Letras

• A Suicide Note In Braille
• American Hollow
• Beneath the Plague
• Bring Out Your Dead
• Broken Mouth
• Castration
• Into Stone
• Late Night Faith Healer
• Misery Dance
• Seventyfive-Twentyfive
• Statement Of Being Followed By Follwers
• The Fault Of The Human Condition
• The Gestation Process
• The Last Words of Any Meaning
• The Montreal Screwjob
• The Serpent and The Flower
• Valley of Solitude
• Withered Monarch