That's why you don't Pick Up Dead Crows letra

You play the role of a pacifist and the guilt is a virus that's eating you alive opening blossom resembles the face of a martyr opening pulsing dreaming of ways to dispose of us all Your testimonial has holes the size of a shotgun victim a story so sincere every time we hear it it's good as dead its choking at the walls of truth but to say the least its eating at the conscious
I know that its your fat ass that bring us closer to a renewal every day as the horror grows near pledging allegiance to a nicotine god opening blossom resembles the face of a martyr opening pulsing dreaming of ways to crawl out of your own shit the heart personifies like a gun leaving no trace of evidence Is this the only way to remind us of the constant degradation?
all from the inside out build your own sarcophagus choke on a bed of brittle wood and wave goodbye we designed a heart we derived a nightmare we designed a heart with no normal use for veins or arteries for that matter why cant we look behind your weakness when will you die for what its worth we designed a heart we derived a nightmare You play the role of the pacifist

With Dead Hands Rising - Letras

• A Ghost For The Brokenhearted
• Behind Inquisition
• Bleeding Away The Hours
• Capture The Plague
• Concentrated Contamination
• Corey Fieldman as the Devil
• Distress Patterns
• That's why you don't Pick Up Dead Crows
• The Black
• The Poisoning
• The Razor That Kissed Your Skin
• Tourniquet Girl
• Where Wings Become Weapons