Taste the Red Hands, lyric by Dead Poetic

from the songs album New Medicines

let it burn in your eyes!
your cover is blown this time
and you knew this was gunna happen
you could taste the red hands
and like the flies!
you'll eat the worst of everything
and you knew this was gunna happen
you could taste the red hands
but you needed this (x4)

there's a glossary of dirty words for people just like you
but only!
for people like you, i reservwe the words
for backstabbers and money whores
and dirty rotten millionairs that always
wanted more!

pull the wool on my eyes!
like a crooked burnt out saint
i believed and soaked in every word you said
always tasting red hands
but the fight!
never endedand we're all here
singing loud for revoloution, and sitting battles out
but you needed this (x4)

there's a gloassary of dirty word for people just like you
but only!
for people like you, i reserve the words
for backstabbers and money whores
and dirty rotten millionairs that always
wanted more!

and its sick!
outside but im tryin to keep you alive (x3)

there's a glossary of dirty words for people just like you
but only!
for people like you, i reserve the words
for backstabbers and money whores
and dirty rotten millionairs that always
wanted more!

and all fingers are pointing right at you! (x4)
but i burned this down for you!