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Bloodhail

 

I feel the top of the roof come off

Kill everybody there

And I’m watching all the stars burn out

Trying to pretend that I care

 

But I didn’t, no-one ever does

And I would, no-one ever will

Can’t you see it’s all flown out of my hands

And our clothes are all too often ripped

And our teeth are all too often gnashed

And it lasts as long as it possibly can

 

But I just don’t

But I just don’t accept this

I just don’t accept this at all

But I just don’t

But I just don’t accept this

I just don’t accept this at all

But I just don’t

But I just don’t accept this

I just don’t accept this at all

But I just don’t

But I just don’t accept this

I just don’t accept this at all

 

Faces sweaty, arms and legs

What a glorious set of stairs we make

Faces sweaty, arms and legs

What a glorious set of stairs we make

Faces sweaty, arms and legs

What a glorious set of stairs we make

 

We kill everyone with

Arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads

Arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads

Arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads

Arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads

 

Thank god that’s over

(Arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads)

Thank god that’s over

(Arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads)

Thank god that’s over

(Arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads)

Thank god that’s over

(Arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads)

Thank god that’s over

(Arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads)

Thank god that’s over

(Arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads)

Thank god that’s over

(Arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads)

Thank god that’s over

(Arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads)

 

(Thank god that’s over)

I feel the top of the roof come off

Kill everybody there

(Arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads)

(Thank god that’s over)

(Arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads)

(Thank god that’s over)

As I’m watching all the stars burn out

Trying to pretend that I care

(Arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads)

 

(Thank god that’s over)

But I didn’t, no-one ever does

And I would, no-one ever will

Can’t you see its all flown out of my hands

(Arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads)

(Thank god that’s over)

And our clothes are all too often ripped

And our teeth are all too often gnashed

(Arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads, arrowheads)

And it lasts as long as it possibly can