Текст Red Sun Rising – Blister

Eye sores and catacombs
Injustice is a place on the globe
So point your finger
And give it a spin now

Cause there’s no end to this wicked world
As long as there’s blood on our hands

Faith is where profits lay
Symbols brand and segregate
A silver consequence drapes from our necks now
Lonely souls rely on holy goals
With no relevance and no evidence
Nothing to preach about

And there’s no end to this wicked world
As long as there’s blood on my hands
And there’s no end to this wicked world
As long as there’s blood on my hands

And there’s blood on my hands
And there’s blood on my hands
And there’s blood on my
Mmm, blood on my
Mmm, blood on my hands

And there’s no end to this wicked world
As long as there’s blood on my hands
And there’s no end to this wicked world
As long as there’s blood on my hands

And there’s blood on my hands
And there’s blood on my hands
And there’s blood on my
Mmm, blood on my
Mmm, blood on my hands