Lyrics
A fool's eye, bullseye, greed is on my breath
My pain is not my problem, I'll deal with it in death
The hands of golden promises came knocking at my door
I was lifted up from underneath and dragged into a war
It grips me – my body and my soul
It grips me – puts flames into my skull
Scorching, searing, escaping through my teeth
My essence now connected to obsessions from beneath
Only fools and dogs and lunatics have walked this way before
I cast my common sense aside and leave it on the shore
Piercing, preaching, I hear it and and I cry
While the reaper's burning breath is feeding frenzy from the sky
My bones turn into ashes while I'm hunting for the vault
I can feel it while I ride into the blazing wind and salt
It grips me – my body and my soul
It grips me – puts flames into my skull