Guitar: | Jeff Ling |
Guitar: | Luke Kilpatrick |
Drums: | Ben Gordon |
Bass: | Jia O'Connor |
Vocals: | Winston McCall |
Like dragging nails through my skin
Strip the scar, scratch the itch
Dig your nails deep, until the nerve is good and raw
Pulling teeth again, to pay for all your sins
The blue pill or the red, all you want are enemies
Feel the tension set to break
We’ve swallowed more than we can take
Like dragging nails through my skin
Die, die, dying to believe
This beast you resurrected won’t break its leash
We’re die, die, dying to believe
That the ghost of the ills of this world will
Find you where you sleep
We’ll find you where you sleep
God complex, let’s start a war
Whose prayers will you answer, whose will you ignore
Paint it black and torn apart
Baptised in hate to the beat of a hollow heart
Feel the tension set to break
We’ve swallowed more than we can take
Like dragging nails through my skin
Die, die, dying to believe
This beast you resurrected won’t break its leash
We’re die, die, dying to believe
That the ghost of the ills of this world will
Find you where you sleep
We’ll find you where you sleep
Because it’s a sick fucking world in a sick fucking time
Splitting at the seams as you desecrate the hive
The cancer’s in your heart
The poison’s in your mind
Forked tongue motherfucker tell me how the hell do you sleep at night
How do you sleep at night
Dying to believe
Die, die, dying to believe
This beast you resurrected won’t break its leash
We’re die, die, dying to believe
That the ghost of the ills of this world will
Find you where you sleep
In the kitchen of the Byron Bay home of Winston McCall stands a refrigerator, adorned on one side by a quote from Tom Waits: "I …