Lyrics

Fucking look at us now
Screaming in spite
It's not long till this
Brings on fights
It wouldn't kill you to feed a child
It starts with a spark but ends up on sight
Profit is constant
Coffins are tampered
Body's are dropping
Mutual attacker

Ribs on show
My blood runs cold
You belong to the house of wolves
On death row
My spine grows cold
You'll regrow your broken bones

Fuck you and your sounds
Make your stands
The shit stains you smear
Are the soul of the damned
It wouldn't kill you to feed a child
It starts with the farce that they built up on lies
Cancerous standards
Angered and scattered
Scampered from lashes
Pampered up classes

Ribs on show
My blood runs cold
You belong to the house of wolves
On death row
My spine grows cold
You'll regrow your broken

Come away come away chip away again
Come away come away chip away
Infanticide

Ribs on show
My blood runs cold
You belong to the house of wolves
On death row
My spine grows cold
You'll regrow your broken

Bones
Bones
Bones
Bones