Right Sir Blight - Uranium 235

WhatЂ™s right keeps ripping the life from me

But a heart keeps ticking inside

Eyes keep driving the nails in through

And keeps my mind occupieditЂ™s all right

Right sir blight

Slipping into the dark of things

My sick worldЂ™s never been sound

Lacerationsdegenerating now

Right sir blight

Staring into a solemn fate

Into a forest of blight

DonЂ™t preach youЂ™re a saint till youЂ™re crucified

Right sir blight

WhatЂ™s right keeps ripping the life from me

But a heart keeps ticking inside

DonЂ™t preach youЂ™re a saint till youЂ™re crucified

Right sir blight