Brimstone

Whitechapel

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    Sleep with one eye open
    You have no idea what I'm capable of
    Keep claiming holier than thou
    My knife can stab more holes than you can count
    How dare you sleep where a king once slept
    And dry the tears of where his queen has wept

    Kill, torture, terrorize
    Welcome to my mind
    Terror comes in many forms
    And tonight I'm terror; you're my whore
    For now I'll leave you blind but still alive
    So you can feel my presence stronger
    This soil has cursed me
    My inner demon's thirsty
    You've confirmed to me the world isn't safe

    My only worry in the world
    Is that you can't walk on your own two feet
    'Cause when you feel that last breath slip away
    I won't get to see you fall down to your knees

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    Kill, torture, terrorize
    Welcome to my mind

    Kill, torture, terrorize
    Kill, torture, terrorize
    Kill, torture, terrorize
    Welcome to my mind

    Terror comes in many forms
    And tonight I'm terror; you're my whore
    I sold my soul so long ago
    So I could watch you burn

    Kill, torture, terrorize
    Kill, torture, terrorize
    Kill, torture, terrorize
    Welcome to my mind
    Kill, torture, terrorize

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    Composición: Whitechapel y Phil Bozeman

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