Die Of Devotion - Bison b.c.

Vagabonds of the old war, drink and fight and f*ck some more

Feel the pull, like lover’s prize

Feel a hate lovers find, pulling in a new bride

Drunken sleep and lovelessness

Die of devotion, chasing a veiled dream

Die of devotion

Your blood, the needle

Your heart, the bottle

We feel the pull of need

Black mood, a reason to live thirsty without breath

Asleep in the flames

Sprinkle us with the fire, no love just desire

All or nothing, nothing’s higher

Die of devotion, our soul rises

So does the fire

A wakefulness between the dreams, the clouds press

Your blood, the needle

Your heart, the bottle

We feel the pull of need

Our world of liars

Proof of habit