Текст Funeral For A Friend – Serpents In Solitude

Question, nothing will come of it
Replace, Destroy the parts that never seem to fit
Cancer spreads through the nerve, through the tissue and we burn
Infecting visuals giving nothing in return

Resolutions, they never come
The words come out, like vipers tongues
Diseases spread through the world with no solutions and we burn
Infecting everyone they meet until we’re singing the same damn song

I have blood on the brain
I see red like a snake
Clearing way for the armies of our demise

I have blood on the brain
I see red like a snake
Clearing way for the armies of our demise

Resolutions, they never come
The words come out, like vipers tongues
Diseases spread through the world with no solutions and we burn
Infecting everyone they meet until we’re singing the same damn song

I have blood on the brain
I see red like a snake
Clearing way for the armies of our demise

I have blood on the brain
I see red like a snake
Clearing way for the armies of our demise
(Of our Demise)

If you want to believe in, believe in something
No holy cause will change your mind

I have blood on the brain
I see red like a snake
Clearing way for the armies of our demise

I have blood on the brain
I see red like a snake
Clearing way for the armies of our demise