All The Angels - Dead Confederate

Dead stares and spite, Gaze across the line

Got to be the eyes with the upper hand

Cut like a knife, Bleed innocent life

Cover your lies and watch the bombs explode

Catch wind and sail, Breathe in the smell

Warm in your bed, watch their homes burn

Maybe you can sell, All the ugly details

Turning tricks in hell when you get there

This is not a white flag for you, no peace accord to read

I can’t imagine, how do you sleep knowing all the angels

They are doomed to clean all your blood from the street?

Spread what your told, Black hearts black souls

Drink the bottle and throw it on the fire

Take what they have, If the devil he says

How could he be wrong, if you’re just like him?

Overlook the signs, Know your place in line

Be a good citizen and shut the fuck up

Here, I got some news, Here comes the spoon

Your choices are few, your freedom’s covered up