Taste The Red Hands - Dead Poetic

Let it burn in your eyes

Your cover is blown this time, and you knew

You knew this was gonna happen, you could taste the red hands

And like the flies

You’ll eat the worst of everything

And you knew this was gonna happen, you could taste the red hands

But you needed this, you needed this

You needed this

You needed this

There’s a glossary of dirty words for people just like you

And only

For people like you, I reserve the words:

Backstabbers and money whores

And dirty rotten millionaires

That always wanted more

Pull the wool on my eyes

Like a crooked, burnt-out saint

I believed and soaked in every word you said

Always tasting red hands

But the fight

Never ended and we’re all here

Singing loud for revolution, and sitting battles out

But you needed this, you needed this

You needed this

You needed this

There’s a glossary of dirty words for people just like you

And only

For people like you, I reserve the words:

Backstabbers and money whores

And dirty rotten millionaires

That always wanted more

And it’s sick outside, but I’m trying to keep you alive

And all fingers are pointing right at you

But I burned this down for you