Vendetta Red - Ambulance Chaser lyrics

rate me

In fiscal flight from the ravenous cavemous orifice asphyxiated form

Washed in wolves blood sterile and pantomimed parting in

parts the trial of the worm

Sew the lid closed cough and spit into your poalm with charitable charm

Slap the bad mans wrist insist disarm

Do the math the path is a narrow one it led me down to a cold and shallow grave

On my tombstone I read the epitaph "Here lies a man who lived and died a slave"

Till the vexing that his hex annexing animates his glorious distresses

Serve the right foot raw so flawed undressed

Semi conscious concentration Christmas cards and suffocation

Ambulances beckon bodies tires squealing sirens wailing