Album Cover Shock Tactics (1000v)

Shock Tactics (1000v)

To The Grave

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Deliver me

Their heads on a fucking plate

Pack up the picnics

It′s time to panic

Rip up the stitches

Shock tactics, the back of the head

Nothing in common

Lick up your vomit

Morally twisted

Fence sitters ripped the fuck off it

Choking on blood, we bit off our tongues

All for what?

If they could sell the air in your lungs

You'd already be done

Shut it

Hanging threads cut now your bodies drop

Didn′t have the guts to watch

Rip the veil from their threats

12 gauge loaded with dragons breath

Scatter carnists

Dracarys

Our blades razor sharp

Did them like the Starks

Cut the fat from your heart

A naked cunt has few excuses

A flayed one none

Disturb their "peace"

Dig up all their dead

Revenge does not rot

Choking on blood, we bit off our tongues

All for what?

They wanna eat the brains in your skull

Luckily you have none

Stabbing our backs, twisting the knife

All my life

Dominion dies tonight

Together we will rise

Blood bathe us clean

(I will take this liberation with fire and blood)

Blood bathe us clean

(This is a call to arms, limbs, legs and severed fucking heads)

Carve a target

In their foreheads

So they never fucking forget

The side that they picked

Pack up the picnics

It's time to panic

Rip up the stitches

Shock tactics, the back of the head

Nothing in common

Lick up your vomit

Morally twisted

Fence sitters ripped the fuck off it

Welcome to the fucking

Meat grinder

A circle of hell reserved for the liars

Meat grinder

Cheap cuts lined up for the incisors inside us