Torn From Within - Diecast

Know, I can see, through your costom

that’s conceiling all your lies, our disguise

meant the pureify your deflecation.

YOU, don’t look at me

YOU.

won’t look at me

You know that your time’s forthcoming

YOU, won’t look at me

YOU, don’t look away

When you blink your eyes I will appear

Fist to the face, tell me, how does your blood taste?

Fist to the face, tell me, how do you like this?

Fist to the face, tell me, how does your blood taste?

Fist to the fist to the fist to the face.

I won’t describe all the pain that I will bring upon you.

Look in my eyes, or did your shame destroy all your vision?

YOU, can’trun away

YOU, won’t run away

You can’t run away, you coward.

YOU, won’t run away

YOU, will face up

You will face up when you’re in the ground

Fist to the face, tell me, how does your blood taste?

Fist to the face, tell me, how do you like this?

Fist to the face, tell me, how does your blood taste?

Fist to the fist to the fist to the face.

Maybe I seem shrewd I know we can’t save the world

I will do my part.

So let’s get started.

Say what you meen.

Meen what you say.

Throw your fist in the air.

It’s just begining.

Swing the broken fist of God.

Faith is shattered.

Swing the broken fist of God

Faith is shattered.

Can’t run away