AxeWound - Blood Money and Lies Lyrics
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Blood Money and Lies
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What Are The Lyrics For Blood Money and Lies By AxeWound?
Hallucination in a world gone mad
(that’s left me blinded) A search for truth in a pack of lies (it can’t be found) A constant pull, no direction, no choice (i’ll hold my ground) It never stops, it forever just builds (to tear us down) Don’t let them break you. don’t let them grind you down Don’t let them slit your throat. don’t let them bleed you dry Nothing is sacred Blood money and lies Nothing is sacred Death and profits rise You trade your life for the promise of wealth (then all hope’s lost) Fall to your knees at the monetary altar (and sell your soul) Pledge allegiance to your own moral death (it’s cast away) And now you drowned in an ocean of greed (just like the rest) Don’t let them break you. don’t let them grind you down Don’t let them slit your throat. don’t let them bleed you dry Nothing is sacred Blood money and lies Nothing is sacred Death and profits rise Fuel the greed. sell your soul Just believe. f*ck the world F*ck every day that living in this fucking nightmare surrounded, Each waking hour every confrontation screaming f*ck your Shallow ideals, it’s to the point of suffocation. I’m against the world so F*ck me, f*ck you f*ck everything Don’t let them break you. don’t let them grind you down Don’t let them slit your throat. don’t let them bleed you dry Nothing is sacred Blood money and lies Nothing is sacred Death and profits rise |
Who Wrote Blood Money and Lies By AxeWound?
Jason Stuart Bowld, Liam Joseph Cormier, Matthew Tuck
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