Song Of The Sirens Songtext

A sacrifeced body
For a pile of paper
Or a canister
Full with fule

Just to be sure
I'm pumped with poison
Still some can tell
Right from self-destruction

The thick black blood
That runs throught you'r veins
Feeding the hunger
That keeps you alive

To build a structure
Of pure hate
Pull the curtain
Of what you know
A raised flag
To make us proud
With the rightus
Of murder