Cult of Blood歌词

To walk one's required
To fall forward
Trust their feet will catch
The weight of each step
They think machines
Can do it better
People tend to fall headfirst
Complication has arrived
Operate to save the life
But I fail and let you die
I'm on hold now please stand by
Faith is best placed
When it rests between
Your shoes and the ground
Where the contact is made
They've built machines from many
But our blood circulates 编辑于2008/05/24更新