lyrics
Keep neither a blunt knife nor an ill disciplined looseness of tongue,
closed your eyes so you missed it the demon was showing growling, growing
I see the fear in your eyes can you sense my appeal?
Your delicate corpse is a delicacy, of course...
Feed on...their LIMBS
Feed on...their BRAINS
then move on to the next pitiful soul
Unblood, feeding what kills you, killing to feed
Unblood, feed on their corpse with no remorse
Unblood, feeding what kills you, killing to feed
Unblood, feed on their corpse with no remorse
You were found struck down dead as dead can be
an unsolved mystery for the movie screen
machete blade, axe say maybe two or three
hacked away at your limbs like I was cutting a tree
gasoline, nice & clean was the murder scene
because I fiend to make you bleed in total misery
incineration, obliteration and a pre-dug ditch
what more can I say? it's a cure for the itch
Feed on...their LIMBS
Feed on...their BRAINS
Move on, because you're late for an early grave
The feeling of the blood as it's leaving from your veins
the feeling of the tears as they leave your eyes in pain
The feeling of something rather than what you're use to!
The feeling of hope subtley leaves you...
[Bass Solo]
[Guitar Solo]
Feed on...their LIMBS
Feed on...their BRAINS
then move on to the next pitiful soul
Unblood, feeding what kills you, killing to feed
Unblood, feed on their corpse with no remorse
Unblood, feeding what kills you, killing to feed
Unblood, feed on their corpse with no remorse
credits
from
Swarm of Bats,
track released October 31, 2017
Vocals: Tim
Bass: Demi
Guitar: Steve
Drums: Ryan
Produced by: Tim Warner
Drums Recorded at Rock Hard Studios
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