We consume ourselves
In burning asphalt
The bones break up
And turn to ash
Ocean, get us
I've the blood of my brothers on my face
You only want our disgrace
There's something more to say
Morality now is just an old word
In this f*cking place
Peace will only come when the last king
Is hanged with the guts of the last priest
We consume ourselves
In burning asphalt
The bones break up
And turn to ash
Tombs full of pride
Death without a light
Won't keep our heads down
Tombs full of pride
Empty of cowardice
We'll shoot down the crown
Blood of my brothers on my face
Come out rats
FUCK
I've the blood of my brothers on my face
You only want our disgrace
There's something more to say
There's something more to say