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Zealot Video (MV)




Performed By: Dracula Biscuits
Length: 1:41
Written by: Paul Gorman




Dracula Biscuits - Zealot Lyrics




Okay so, Look at me, look into my eyes
Okay so, Look at me, look into my eyes
Okay so, Look at me, look into my eyes
Okay so, Look at me, look into my eyes

Okay so, Look at me, look into my eyes
Relieve what's on my f*cking mind, leave the devils bite behind
Call the crawlers of sonic sin, burying deeds in tonic gin
Don't stop til the throats spouting blood
Slicing veins til it runs like a bitter flood
Another victim, time to run, leave behind the trails of a gun
Sad to say, my time is done
Sad to say my time is done as she looks at what this bodies become

No longer a good soul, might as well let it show
Left in the scorching sun, dwellin in a body drop
Can't stop, the urges are out to spill rounds n pop
Hell hath sung, another loose cannon done crying being numb

Catharsis in collateral damage, lethargic shells
Unloading mental hemorrhage, into a emotional destructive hell
Pray we don't link up, pray we don't cop the same spot
That's when adrenaline and itching skin leads to eyes splout
Residual hate and blood clot, don't cross the zealot
Don't cross, don't cross, don't cross, don't cross
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Okay so, Look at me, look into my eyes
Okay so, Look at me, look into my eyes
Okay so, Look at me, look into my eyes
Okay so, Look at me, look into my eyes

Okay so, Look at me, look into my eyes
Relieve what's on my f*cking mind, leave the devils bite behind
Call the crawlers of sonic sin, burying deeds in tonic gin
Don't stop til the throats spouting blood
Slicing veins til it runs like a bitter flood
Another victim, time to run, leave behind the trails of a gun
Sad to say, my time is done
Sad to say my time is done as she looks at what this bodies become

No longer a good soul, might as well let it show
Left in the scorching sun, dwellin in a body drop
Can't stop, the urges are out to spill rounds n pop
Hell hath sung, another loose cannon done crying being numb

Catharsis in collateral damage, lethargic shells
Unloading mental hemorrhage, into a emotional destructive hell
Pray we don't link up, pray we don't cop the same spot
That's when adrenaline and itching skin leads to eyes splout
Residual hate and blood clot, don't cross the zealot
Don't cross, don't cross, don't cross, don't cross
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Writer: Paul Gorman
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