Premonitions Of War

Premonitions Of War - Iliad (Hater’s End) lyrics

rate me

A lush, a liar an imbecile playing god.

All afraid to open the window.

That the truth my fly in.

You continue to eat shit off a silver platter.

As they open their mouths that the lies may fly out.

But the rock in your hand is heavy yet easily hurled.

And its name is the end.

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