Beneath The Plague

Beneath The Plague - Martyr A.d.

Are you even listening

Can you taste the disgust in my eyes

Do you f**king blame me

For the fact that you hate

What you have created here

Feed me

On guilt and misery

Teach me

With hate and tragedy

I'm of your rib

You carved my bone

And now you leave me

To die alone

I'm of your rib

You carved my bone

And now you leave me

To die alone

I refuse to breathe like this

I'll be waiting

In hell with a gun

I have six bullets for your soul

I'm of your rib

You carved my bone

And now you leave me

To die alone

I refuse to breathe like this

I'll be waiting

In hell with a gun

I have six bullets for your soul