Phinehas

Can you point us all to something to run from
They're biting at our heels
Can you point us all to something to run from
And slay us if you will
We soak our tattered shirts with our brothers' blood
Instead of ringing out it clings to us
The snares we set only trapped the dead
And the chains never wash away they just sink further into the mud
The tombstone to the casket
All hell in a handbasket
Pray the chains cut deep cut deep
Ugh!
Can we cast our demons out to sea (drowning the savagery)
Punch our fists straight through the ceiling (yeah we'll take the heat)
We suffer to the beat
Then release our beasts ON THE STREETS
We soak our tattered shirts with our brothers' blood