Glass Preacher
Dealer
Ill to it all, just another glass preacher
Contorter of words despite the facts and figures
Rip all, distort
Nothing left but a burned out soul
Setting fire to the man
That shepherd these deviants by the hand
It's always fucks like you
That think they're bulletproof
No
No, no, no
I feel devoid of peace as dirt fills in my hand
Just like I, just like I told you so
I reconciled and seek refuge with the damned
Just like I, just like I promised too
Glass Preacher
I see you down to the bone
Ill Deceiver
Pressure cracks then folds
Glass Preacher
I see you down to the bone
I'll cut out the tongue
Hold it up for everyone
Like a loaded gun
Pointed at everyone
I know you hope to never see another fucker like me
Peel back the scab to reveal red
Under the cut all I see is flesh
Stare at the Sun, all I see is death
Burnt to the world, where do I begin?
Forever wounds, that never mend
It's always fucks like you
That think they're bulletproof
And I know how it feels to be the only one
And now it's you
You better run