Horrid Ways

Running with the pack — Wildfire burning devils lane
Saints and sinners fight through the roles of fate
Are we heading up or down?
Where do the black rose grow my way!
Murders justified by a twisted truth of insanity
Holy deeds with war conclusion
Weight our souls with blood and bones
Are we heading up or down?
Where do the black rose grow my way?
Be the man you wanna be
Who the fuck is to say it’s right or wrong?
On to the gates we march
Angels and demons breathing our necks
The Pit and the Pendulum rising from south bleeding our tails
Carnage! Horrid ways of revelation
Entangled in bitter choices where mind is torn apart
Flesh follow flesh, in agonizing pain
Those led astray wanders a crimson soil
Seeking a righteous path and the becoming of the end
Are we heading up or down?
Where do the black rose grow my way
Be the man you wanna be
Who the fuck is to say it’s right or wrong?
On to the gates we march
Angels and demons breathing our necks
The Pit and the Pendulum rising from south bleeding our tails
Life offers all grades of joy
Life offers all grades of pain
We are but stray dogs in a maze
Fighting our way around the bend
On the last day when it rips you wide open
Why can’t death just be the end? Yeah!
Why can’t death just be dead?