Old Roots Testo

Like vultures we lust after death and the rotten
Like demons we make sure you don't feel alive
Like poets we try to deliver this message
So listen to this and be sure to miss when I'm gone

Since I'm not a believer, I wash my hands with the blood of my actions
The saints are calling my name
Hear it, they come at night

I refuse to stand in line, waiting for something to never happen My children, rise from the dead, let's
decapitate that bitches fucking head

For every broken dream, that I have had
I'll make up for
I'll swear

You go by the name, father.
But what have you done for me?
And all the times I've prayered.
You were not there.

Don't act like it's time to drop the act
Well, this is me. Now who the fuck are you?

Since I'm not a believer, I wash my hands with the guilt of my actions
I got this song that's stuck in my head
It remins of you, lying in your bed,
Wishing upon a star, have I gone to far?
The grass is greener on the other side / Hear it they come at night
Cure me
I believe in nothing, but myself

You go by the name, father.
But what have you done for me?
And all the times I've prayered.
You were not there.

I refuse to stand in line, in this motherfucking line, I can't wait 'till it ends

We're moving forward
Just like vultures