The Sins

From the sins of the father and the blood of then innocent.

May God have mercy on your very soul.

 

- Instrumental, Verse 1 -

 

We're ready to go and ready to show.

Our guns hold steady so come on, already.

 

Hold your head high 'cause tonight you'll die.

I'll string you from the top and make your body drop.

No holding cell's gonna hold me, I'm making it rain Hell.

I got my demonic friends behind me and they're there to the bitter end.

God's watching, ready for a show, we're starving so let's go.

Blood's dripping from the walls and the souls gripping you to make some calls.

Make this your confession, we're on session, where's the attention?

You can say I'm cannibal and I might be a animal, even say I'm Hannibal.

 

- Verse 2 -

 

Rip of your leg as you start to beg.

I'm sorry, we don't have a keg to dump.

I'll peel your skin off, hang you on the wall.

Your friends kneel to their sins, submitted to us all.

We're the demons who don't hide but we remain outside.

Squeeze lemons over your wounds, lick them up to keep us youth.

We're the sins of fathers and you're the blood of innocents.

We feed our kin and play you all like instruments.

I'll be the puppet master, pulling blood vines faster.

Making you walk around, standing on the edge looking down.

Swallow your pride and enjoy the ride.

All Hell's fucking you over like your cell's friend, Rover the dog.