Demon Hunter - Cold Blood Lyrics
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Cold Blood
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What Are The Lyrics For Cold Blood By Demon Hunter?
Drowning in desperation
Wide eyes, burning red Taken by disconnected lust Feed, choke, despise They prey upon us Our death of self-restraint Maggots inhaling praise Make low my high Torn apart, all alone Sacred heart, made of stone Can't stay above Can't take enough Soul depleting love Hollow and black Just like the ash Running through my blood Cold blood Cold blood Cold blood Vacant in motivation White hearts and hollow words Dying to validate your debt Lost souls in rise No separation No affirming word Righteous refusal of decay Burn through your lies Torn apart, all alone Sacred heart, made of stone Can't stay above Can't take enough Soul depleting love Hollow and black Just like the ash Running through my blood Your contribution A desperate display of brokenness It's all the same now Same paper crown by lesser means The flower dies in time And when it dies there's nothing left Wear shame A legacy tonight for hollow gain Can't stay above Can't take enough Soul depleting love Hollow and black Just like the ash Running through my blood Can't stay above Can't take enough Soul depleting love Hollow and black Just like the ash Running through my blood Cold blood Cold blood Cold blood Blood Cold blood Cold blood Cold blood Blood Cold blood Cold blood |
Who Wrote Cold Blood By Demon Hunter?
Ryan Curtis Clark, Patrick John Judge
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What's The Duration Of The Cold Blood By Demon Hunter?The duration of Cold Blood is 4:25 minutes and seconds. |
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