Fury Whip lyrics
Slit throat holocaust, Dark's the day of pentecost Waiting for the ships to turn the tide Black fiend, treachery, he numbers fall, you wear thirteen Pray the demons cannot kill the light Killed dead, splitting head, making sure the lion's fed Hanging by a thread that holds your life Pain King, suffering; walk on through the acid ring [- From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/h/high-on-fire-lyrics/fury-whip-lyrics.html -] Imprisoned but your hands are still untied The fool's religion Unprophet's truth Live self destruction Bad luck's your noose Sin, sex, bad intent, making sure the money's spent Watching as your dollars turn to dimes Death tax, broken backs, 'time has come to wield the axe Paying for the check and all your crime
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