Chimaira - Bloodlust Lyrics
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Bloodlust
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What Are The Lyrics For Bloodlust By Chimaira?
Your true definition of me
Your idea that I'm real All of this is an illusion Even though you can feel My touch and my eyes They lie and they victimize My touch and my eyes Pierce through, make you realize I never wanted this world to be better I always wanted this world to suffer My flesh, my blood, all my animosity Give me strength and define me A bloodlust, it's all I trust No more boundaries to cross There is nothing uncommon Indifferent to the pain I've caused This confession means nothing My touch and my eyes They lie and they victimize My touch and my eyes Pierce through, make you realize I never wanted this world to be better I always wanted this world to suffer My flesh, my blood, all my animosity Give me strength and define me A bloodlust, it's all I trust This demon cannot be hushed These cowards will all be crushed No longer will I hide from them My ways are set in stone Nobody has ever known me A life truly spent alone Your true definition of me Your idea that I'm real All of this is an illusion Even though you can feel My touch and my eyes They lie and they victimize My touch and my eyes Pierce through, make you realize I never wanted this world to be better I always wanted this world to suffer My flesh, my blood, all my animosity Give me strength and define me A bloodlust, it's all I trust |
Who Wrote Bloodlust By Chimaira?
Chris Spicuzza, Jim Lamarca, Kevin Talley, Mark Hunter, Matt Devries, Robert Arnold
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What's The Duration Of The Bloodlust By Chimaira?The duration of Bloodlust is 7:18 minutes and seconds. |
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