serpent saints
Singer:entombed
the smell of death is everywhere
got you frozen in your track
and rolling over on your back
you know me godless and wild
but they just won't leave you alone
the little bit of you that got away
reason lasts but for a while
kill like it's going out of style
and with a price upon her head
your mother starts to look like bread
you will never see the day
i'm the bit of you that got away
with the world at your feet
and when it's time to thin the herd
make ten amendments to the word