The Impaler - The Acacia Strain

We are the wolves who starve close to dying

Clinging to life for our actions to kill

Prey on the weak and we listen for crying

This is the closest we can bring you to hell

We are the wolves who dress as the sheep

Never resting and refusing to sleep

Leave no survivors we devour the dead

Scream all you can while we rip you to shreds

While we rip you to shreds

Rip you to shreds

Rip you to shreds

We destroy the things that make the world go round

We are the reason there is blood on the ground

Oh my God

We destroy the things that make the world go round

We are the reason there is blood on the ground

We destroy the things that make the world go round

We are the reason there is blood on the ground

You’ll survive but you won’t want to

Oh you’ll live but you won’t want to

You shouldn’t be outside in your condition

She shouldn’t be walking in her condition

You’ll survive but you won’t want to

Oh you’ll live but you won’t want to

You shouldn’t be outside in your condition

She shouldn’t be walking in her condition

We destroy the things that make the world go round

We are the reason there is blood on the ground

We destroy the things that make the world go round

We are the reason there is blood on the ground

I have stolen innocence of humanity

I can’t forgive myself for the things that I’ve done

I don’t feel the least bit bad

I won’t apologize

I’m not fucking sorry

I’m not fucking sorry