Burn the Priest Bloodletting Lyrics
Archaic methods transfer through well in the face of mass denial.
Bitterness fuels the mode for the escape of mediocrity.
Stepping the grate, shattered nerves ground down to a glass edge carrying me away.
Bloodletting a favorite game of solitaire.
A suicide mission destined to fail, a moving ladder to climb taking me away.
I wouldn't have it any other way.
Written by: Abe Spear, Chris Adler, David Randall Blythe, John Campbell, Mark Morton
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC