Armed for Apocalypse - Happy Hour (Disciples Of d**h) lyrics

Have a black heart (fall) I need suffering (off) I need reckoning clip your own wings (mayday) I crave misery for it gives me the fuel I need sell yourself short (who*e) I'm done I'm always done weak, flawed, wasted it hurts this way of living ..& you think it's natural the pressure is mounting disciple of d**h viscera turns to stone disciple of d**h bow before the throne worshipper of illusions viscera turns to stone.. it hurts this way of living & you think it's natural.. dead is dead is real your black heart is mine now is here is gone patient misery is inevitability life is alive here racing toward the end eat our black heart