Famine - Death Angel

Turning knot rotting in my gut

Got me feeling so corrupt

Like a second hand politician

I’m a study in malnutrition

Every star i see i’m wishing

Got a deathbed at 12th and mission

New kind of…

Long ago once upon a time

Hundred miles an hour time flew by

Now gravestones become friends

Practice voo doo superstition

Like an archangel from heaven

Got a deathbed at 12th and mission

In need of sleep we crawl the street

American dream gone

Blood dirt money hustle and scheme

American dream gone

In need of sleep we crawl the street

American dream gone

Blood dirt money hustle and scheme

American dream gone

Mentally unfed

Spiritually dead

The flock’s been misled

New kind of wicked

Turning knot rotting in my gut

Got me feeling so corrupt

Stomach’s screaming deep inside

Another day got no place to hide

In need of sleep we crawl the street

American dream gone

Blood dirt money hustle and scheme

American dream gone

In need of sleep we crawl the street

American dream gone

Blood dirt money hustle and scheme

American dream gone

In need of sleep we crawl the street

American dream gone

Blood dirt money hustle and scheme

Gone