Diecast - Torn From Whitin Know, I can see, through your costume That is concealing all your lies, your disguise Meant to purify your defecation You, don’t look at me You, won’t look at me You know that your time’s forthcoming You, won’t look at me You, don’t look away When you blink your eyes I will appear Fist to the face, tell me how does your blood taste Fist to the face, tell me how do your lies taste Fist to the face, tell me how does your blood taste Fist to the fist to the fist to the face I won’t describe all the pain that I will bring upon you Look in my eyes, or did the shame destroy your vision You, can’t run away You, won’t run away You can’t run away you coward You, won’t run away You, will face up You will face up when you’re in the ground Fist to the face, tell me how does your blood taste Fist to the face, tell me how do your lies taste Fist to the face, tell me how does your blood taste Fist to the fist to the fist to the face Maybe I seem shrewd, I know we can’t save the world But I will do my part, so let’s get started, say what you mean, mean what you say Throw your fist in the air, It’s just beginning Swing the broken fist of God Faith is shattered Swing the broken fist of God Faith is shattered Can’t run away http://rockerek.hu/