Текст Counterparts – Thieves

There are no rewards
For consuming the wounded
Starved for an easy kill
Keep your hunger at bay

I will use your flesh to keep her warm

God would break character if he could for a chance to spit in your face
Guardian angels couldn’t keep you safe from me

With my last breath
I will strangle you to death
With your own fucking hands

I will make my peace
Removing the arms of unrepentant thieves