Sweet And Sour Of A Knife Lyrics - Pistol Grip

Turn around got another man down bloody trails along the floor 

Speed away siren through the foggy air bloody guts entangled gore, 

Shortened breath, runnin from death, cluth my chest in this hospital mess 

Tubes runnning through my injured rib cage as my mother cries out the door. 

Pray to a God that you had given up on before 

See your mortality dripping on the floor 

Your retaliationg ripping through, 

sweet and sour of a knife gonna crucify you 

Pray to a God you had given up on. I'm never gonna die 

Reel in pain as you feel the deadly blade now it's your turn to hit the floor 

Vengeance made on a fortunate day now I'm craving a whole lot more 

Gotta go, hear the whistle blow, now they know, gotta find a place to go 

Move in shadows as I run through empty streets 

now I'm gunning for that safe house door 

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