Roads To Nowhere - Street Case Murder lyrics

Infatuated even by the air you breathe From behind you I will never leave When will I stop? I'll never cease! I will be your maker I will be your king You send your prayers up high You won't get a f**ing thing My veins they start to burn up My eyes turn Crimson red So give me one more second And you'll be f**ing dead Your screams will fall in a world that will not listen The story will be heard but your body will be missing I'll be your maker I'll be your king You send your prayers up high You won't get a f**ing thing I'll slit, I'll f**, you preaching? You scream, you run, no leaving The purge, the cleanse, all bleeding No Saint, no God, no healing I'll slit, I'll f**, you preaching? You scream, you run, no leaving The purge, the cleanse, all bleeding No saint, no God, no healing Street case murder