Trivium - Pull Harder On The Strings Of Your Martyr

Pull Harder On The Strings Martyr

The face and the lips tremble as it rips
Your breath quickening as heat rushes in

PULL,HARDER,STRİNGS,MARTYR
STOP,YOU CRY, THAT'S A LİE
FLUSH,GASPİNG,WHİTE,REDDENİNG
YOU SMİLE,AND DESTROY IT,IT'S TİME,THAT WE END THİS

It's our curse that makes this world so hopeless
Allowing our king to spread his genocidal wings

Clawing the skin each kill your weakness
Annhilation your masturbation-tyrant,I'll burn you down

PULL,HARDER,STRİNGS,MARTYR
STOP,YOU CRY, THAT'S A LİE
FLUSH,GASPİNG,WHİTE,REDDENİNG
YOU SMİLE,AND DESTROY IT,IT'S TİME,THAT WE END THİS
It's our curse that makes this world so hopeless
Allowing our king to spread his genocidal wings

My hands grip your throat I need your end
Burned,staked,ripped apart,I avenge
For every life you have taken
I am here to repay you ask me oh God why
'Cause I'm God that's fucking why

PULL,HARDER,STRİNGS,MARTYR
STOP,YOU CRY, THAT'S A LİE
FLUSH,GASPİNG,WHİTE,REDDENİNG
YOU SMİLE,AND DESTROY IT,IT'S TİME,THAT WE END THİS

It's our curse that makes this world so hopeless
Allowing our king to spread his genocidal wings

It's our curse that makes this world so hopeless
Allowing our king to spread his genocidal wings