Signed the crooked line with the son of a pig
And now you're wondering why there's a target on your head
(Dumb dog) bark a little louder
So we can see the bitch you become when you're put on a leash
Skeleton crew on the graveyard shift
Turning out sites, burying secrets
Pack of sick strays, hoarder of bones
Fashioned some friends so you're never alone
Never too soon, the thread is assumed
The opaque get displayed by bullet wounds
What God can infer all your genius from art?
What God-, what God ever gave a f*ck?
Slaughtered angels in a circle of salt
Rat traps in a rabbit hole
(Rat traps in a rabbit hole)
Prostrate in the shadow of machine grime
The second, third, fourth unbecoming of Christ
Everyone dies living a lie
So feed your belief and leave it behind
Dead of the night
Red glowing eyes
Knife in my teeth
Oh, but it's a gunfight
So keep your wits around your neck
And don't lose your f*cking head
Stay close to your silver bullet, sweetheart
And show these bloodsuckers some sunshine
Mangekyō Video (MV)
Performed By: Alpha Wolf
Language: English
Length: 2:49
Written by: John Arnold, Lochlan Keogh, Mitchell Fogarty, Sabian Lynch, Scott Simpson, Lance Prenc
Alpha Wolf - Mangekyō Lyrics
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Signed the crooked line with the son of a pig
And now you're wondering why there's a target on your head
(Dumb dog) bark a little louder
So we can see the bitch you become when you're put on a leash
Skeleton crew on the graveyard shift
Turning out sites, burying secrets
Pack of sick strays, hoarder of bones
Fashioned some friends so you're never alone
Never too soon, the thread is assumed
The opaque get displayed by bullet wounds
What God can infer all your genius from art?
What God-, what God ever gave a f*ck?
Slaughtered angels in a circle of salt
Rat traps in a rabbit hole
(Rat traps in a rabbit hole)
Prostrate in the shadow of machine grime
The second, third, fourth unbecoming of Christ
Everyone dies living a lie
So feed your belief and leave it behind
Dead of the night
Red glowing eyes
Knife in my teeth
Oh, but it's a gunfight
So keep your wits around your neck
And don't lose your f*cking head
Stay close to your silver bullet, sweetheart
And show these bloodsuckers some sunshine
And now you're wondering why there's a target on your head
(Dumb dog) bark a little louder
So we can see the bitch you become when you're put on a leash
Skeleton crew on the graveyard shift
Turning out sites, burying secrets
Pack of sick strays, hoarder of bones
Fashioned some friends so you're never alone
Never too soon, the thread is assumed
The opaque get displayed by bullet wounds
What God can infer all your genius from art?
What God-, what God ever gave a f*ck?
Slaughtered angels in a circle of salt
Rat traps in a rabbit hole
(Rat traps in a rabbit hole)
Prostrate in the shadow of machine grime
The second, third, fourth unbecoming of Christ
Everyone dies living a lie
So feed your belief and leave it behind
Dead of the night
Red glowing eyes
Knife in my teeth
Oh, but it's a gunfight
So keep your wits around your neck
And don't lose your f*cking head
Stay close to your silver bullet, sweetheart
And show these bloodsuckers some sunshine
Writer: John Arnold, Lochlan Keogh, Mitchell Fogarty, Sabian Lynch, Scott Simpson, Lance Prenc
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.