Land Of Blood Lyrics - The Art Of Dying - Death Angel

You live in your private hell 

Don't know if you're sick or well 

Something out there calls your name 

Too insecure to enter the game 

Life to you is a magazine 

All dreams are on a silver screen 

You never want to grow 

Seeds of hate are all that you sow 

Land of blood, fields of greed 

So many choices, broken dreams 

Anything can happen and always does 

Can you adapt when the going gets rough? 

Gold rays of sun, sea of blue 

Hide the pain that you're going trough 

You can never aspire 

When inside lives the heart of a liar 

Land of blood, fields of greed 

So many choices, broken dreams 

Anything can happen and always does 

Can you adapt when the going gets rough? 

Land of blood, fields of greed 

So many choices, broken dreams 

Anything can happen and always does 

Can you adapt when the going gets rough?