When Summoned

Bloodthirsty — horn on the wind
Hellbent — outside looking in Voices that carry on nightly
Don’t ask — just go in now blindly
I’m bloodshot, thrown away goods
Venomous, so fucking ruthless
A well of anger to be avoided
Extended forgiveness, and then got bit…
They call it the breaking point
When it comes to faith, this time you’ve quit
They call it the breaking point
Stand up against the gates and be counted
Counted
When summoned!
Stand up against the gates and be counted
Counted
When summoned!
Nothing’s ever set in stone
Wide through, harvest seeds you’ve sown
It’s all right, right as rain
As far as I’m concerned, FUCK THE FAME!
I’m bloodshot, thrown away goods
Venomous, so fucking ruthless
A well of sadness to be avoided
Extended forgiveness, and then got bit…
They call it the breaking point
When it comes to faith, this time you’ve quit
They call it the breaking point
Stand up against the gates and be counted
Counted
When summoned!
Stand up against the gates and be counted
Counted
When summoned!
Climbing… scratching… uphill
So breathless, lifeless, able still
Long live this short life of trouble
Long live, short life
Long live this short life of trouble
Long live, long live…