Whitechapel — Brimstone
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Sleep with one eye openYou have no idea what I’m capable ofKeep claiming holier than thouMy knife can stab more holes than you can countHow dare you sleep where a king once sleptAnd dry the tears of where his queen has wept
Kill, Torture, TerrorizeWelcome to my Mind
Terror comes in many forms and tonight I’m terrorYou’re my whoreFor now I’ll leave you blind but still aliveSo you can feel my presence strongerThis soil has cursed me, my inner demon’s thirstyYou’ve confirmed to me the world isn’t safe
My only worry in the world is that you can walk on your own two feet‘Cause when you feel that last breath slip awayI won’t get to see you fall down to your knees
Kill, Torture, TerrorizeWelcome to my mind
Kill, Torture, TerrorizeKill, Torture, TerrorizeKill, Torture, TerrorizeWelcome to my mind
Terror comes in many forms and tonight I’m terror, you’re my whoreI sold my soul so long agoSo I could watch you burn
Kill, Torture, TerrorizeKill, Torture, TerrorizeKill, Torture, TerrorizeWelcome to my mind
