You take my brothers from me
And fill their bellies with fear
You carve their fate
There's no clean slate
In wicked ways
You fill their veins
You left their families with pain
Keep carving names in their graves
You carve their fate
There's no clean slate
In wicked ways
You fill their veins
Degenerating men whose lives are filled with so much promise
I cannot stand to watch more young ones initiate this process
The four of us we all felt the weight of these decisions
Were operating on your mind the cost of these syringes
We must rebuild the world and infiltrate a new version
Respect your blood, and you will find yourself a life worth living
You take my brothers from me
And fill their bellies with fear
You carve their fate
There's no clean slate
In wicked ways
You fill their veins
You left their families with pain
Keep carving names in their graves
You carve their fate
There's no clean slate
In wicked ways
You fill their veins
Pick Axe Preacher - Dead Brothers Lyrics
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You take my brothers from me
And fill their bellies with fear
You carve their fate
There's no clean slate
In wicked ways
You fill their veins
You left their families with pain
Keep carving names in their graves
You carve their fate
There's no clean slate
In wicked ways
You fill their veins
Degenerating men whose lives are filled with so much promise
I cannot stand to watch more young ones initiate this process
The four of us we all felt the weight of these decisions
Were operating on your mind the cost of these syringes
We must rebuild the world and infiltrate a new version
Respect your blood, and you will find yourself a life worth living
You take my brothers from me
And fill their bellies with fear
You carve their fate
There's no clean slate
In wicked ways
You fill their veins
You left their families with pain
Keep carving names in their graves
You carve their fate
There's no clean slate
In wicked ways
You fill their veins
And fill their bellies with fear
You carve their fate
There's no clean slate
In wicked ways
You fill their veins
You left their families with pain
Keep carving names in their graves
You carve their fate
There's no clean slate
In wicked ways
You fill their veins
Degenerating men whose lives are filled with so much promise
I cannot stand to watch more young ones initiate this process
The four of us we all felt the weight of these decisions
Were operating on your mind the cost of these syringes
We must rebuild the world and infiltrate a new version
Respect your blood, and you will find yourself a life worth living
You take my brothers from me
And fill their bellies with fear
You carve their fate
There's no clean slate
In wicked ways
You fill their veins
You left their families with pain
Keep carving names in their graves
You carve their fate
There's no clean slate
In wicked ways
You fill their veins
Writer: Michael Hopper
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