Scream louder, memories now conquered sleep
Speak now your can of fears has bursted opened, still
Father where are you in all this mess? selling a dollar children to death
Mr money says everyday
We can and
Everyday I try but
Every day another bullet hits the cross sign
Red dressed prophets feeding all their needs laughing at the news on the daily feeds
Blind men praying to a
Blind faith machine
Blind men paying to build a new mass murder messiah!
You keep on searching for lies in a prayer to ilude your own hope Torn and decayed, in a Shallow grave of sins
In silence, all blinded faith
And the white nights all that remains
You're best beneath my hand and all I want to be
Lonely whisperings with no dignity
Father where are you in all this mess?
Selling a dollar children to death
Mr money says everyday
We can and
Everyday I try but
Every day another bullet hits the cross sign
Red dressed prophets feeding all their needs laughing at the news on the daily feeds
Blind men praying to a
Blind faith machine
Blind men paying to build a new mass murder messiah!
You keep on searching for lies in a prayer to ilude your own hope
Torn and decayed, in a shallow grave of sins
In silence, all blinded faith
And the white nights all that remains
Father where are you in all this mess? selling a dollar children to death
Mr money says everyday
We can and
Everyday I try but
Every day another bullet hits the cross sign
You keep on searching for lies in a prayer to ilude your own hope Torn and decayed, in a Shallow grave of sins
In silence, all blinded faith
And the white nights all that remains
Mass Murder Messiah (feat. Melisa Jiménez & Marcos Martin) Video (MV)
Performed By: Dark Chapter Cartel
Language: English
Length: 5:42
Written by: Andreas Asbeck, Hermes Silva
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Scream louder, memories now conquered sleep
Speak now your can of fears has bursted opened, still
Father where are you in all this mess? selling a dollar children to death
Mr money says everyday
We can and
Everyday I try but
Every day another bullet hits the cross sign
Red dressed prophets feeding all their needs laughing at the news on the daily feeds
Blind men praying to a
Blind faith machine
Blind men paying to build a new mass murder messiah!
You keep on searching for lies in a prayer to ilude your own hope Torn and decayed, in a Shallow grave of sins
In silence, all blinded faith
And the white nights all that remains
You're best beneath my hand and all I want to be
Lonely whisperings with no dignity
Father where are you in all this mess?
Selling a dollar children to death
Mr money says everyday
We can and
Everyday I try but
Every day another bullet hits the cross sign
Red dressed prophets feeding all their needs laughing at the news on the daily feeds
Blind men praying to a
Blind faith machine
Blind men paying to build a new mass murder messiah!
You keep on searching for lies in a prayer to ilude your own hope
Torn and decayed, in a shallow grave of sins
In silence, all blinded faith
And the white nights all that remains
Father where are you in all this mess? selling a dollar children to death
Mr money says everyday
We can and
Everyday I try but
Every day another bullet hits the cross sign
You keep on searching for lies in a prayer to ilude your own hope Torn and decayed, in a Shallow grave of sins
In silence, all blinded faith
And the white nights all that remains
Speak now your can of fears has bursted opened, still
Father where are you in all this mess? selling a dollar children to death
Mr money says everyday
We can and
Everyday I try but
Every day another bullet hits the cross sign
Red dressed prophets feeding all their needs laughing at the news on the daily feeds
Blind men praying to a
Blind faith machine
Blind men paying to build a new mass murder messiah!
You keep on searching for lies in a prayer to ilude your own hope Torn and decayed, in a Shallow grave of sins
In silence, all blinded faith
And the white nights all that remains
You're best beneath my hand and all I want to be
Lonely whisperings with no dignity
Father where are you in all this mess?
Selling a dollar children to death
Mr money says everyday
We can and
Everyday I try but
Every day another bullet hits the cross sign
Red dressed prophets feeding all their needs laughing at the news on the daily feeds
Blind men praying to a
Blind faith machine
Blind men paying to build a new mass murder messiah!
You keep on searching for lies in a prayer to ilude your own hope
Torn and decayed, in a shallow grave of sins
In silence, all blinded faith
And the white nights all that remains
Father where are you in all this mess? selling a dollar children to death
Mr money says everyday
We can and
Everyday I try but
Every day another bullet hits the cross sign
You keep on searching for lies in a prayer to ilude your own hope Torn and decayed, in a Shallow grave of sins
In silence, all blinded faith
And the white nights all that remains
Writer: Andreas Asbeck, Hermes Silva
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid