Rotten eclipse
Oozing on me
Apocalypse
Herded like sheep
Nocturnal red
Fills the night sky
Your god is dead
Heard them all cry
Possessed city
You poor bastards
Hand fed pity
Control masters
Misguided birth
It's all you know
What is your worth
What can you show
You sorry fools
Have you no shame
Used like a tool
For the pope's gain
It's all a scam
Face the damn facts
A paid program
But without tax
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
And you f*cking let them
chemical chokehold - rotten eclipse Lyrics
chemical chokehold - rotten eclipse Lyrics
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Rotten eclipse
Oozing on me
Apocalypse
Herded like sheep
Nocturnal red
Fills the night sky
Your god is dead
Heard them all cry
Possessed city
You poor bastards
Hand fed pity
Control masters
Misguided birth
It's all you know
What is your worth
What can you show
You sorry fools
Have you no shame
Used like a tool
For the pope's gain
It's all a scam
Face the damn facts
A paid program
But without tax
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
And you f*cking let them
Oozing on me
Apocalypse
Herded like sheep
Nocturnal red
Fills the night sky
Your god is dead
Heard them all cry
Possessed city
You poor bastards
Hand fed pity
Control masters
Misguided birth
It's all you know
What is your worth
What can you show
You sorry fools
Have you no shame
Used like a tool
For the pope's gain
It's all a scam
Face the damn facts
A paid program
But without tax
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
The prophets steal your profits
And you f*cking let them
Writer: Eamon Crowe
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid