Spitting Blood - Neonfly

Treason rides again as a rumor rides from within

Running dogs of hate, sow seeds of disorder

Whispers on the street as the shadows stalk the city squares

Cold and pale like the sun on a winter morning

Running and hiding from the endless night

Time’s running out on your life

When it comes to the kill they’ll look you straight in the eye

When your number’s up don’t ask me why

When your number’s up don’t ask me why

Marching to the beat of the drums of dissidence and fear

Steps so turbulent they make mountains crumble

A single shot rings out and the balance falters from within

When there’s hunger for blood, it will all spill over

Running and hiding from the endless night

Time’s running out on your life

When it comes to the kill they’ll look you straight in the eye

When your number’s up don’t ask me why

When your number’s up don’t ask me why

When your freedom burns in silence and the final curtain calls

When all oaths are made in violence and the final heads have rolled

When the saving hand of liberty has turned away from you

When they’ve finally taken over, they will feast on flesh and spit the bones

Running and hiding from the endless night

Time’s running out on your life

When it comes to the kill they’ll look you straight in the eye

When your number’s up don’t ask me why

When your number’s up don’t ask me why

Kill in the womb before it sees the light

The Promise is left unfulfilled

Cause I’m running and hiding with a gun by my side

Spitting blood and sleeping when I die

Spitting blood and sleeping when I die