Godpills - Kalas

Sacred, wicked, godless victim

Bastards pain the blind

Earthly garden, re-seek Sodom

Eat thrice, jackals hide

Dead black flowers, all that cowers

Drugs that clear your mind

Lesser demon, dark their treason

Opiate divine

Black gates crumbling, death comes tumbling

Praying for your time

Sacred liar, troubles dire

Shoot your way to high

Dead black flowers, all that cowers

Drugs that clear your mind

Lesser demon, dark their treason

Opiate divine

We walk amongst this crowd

With one foot in the grave

We talk amongst this crowd

And miracles would save

And if you cared to listen

You’d that we were slaves

The blind, the blind

We desolate our veins

With pleasure in our cage

We kill the light inside

And replace it with rage

The blind, the blind