Killers from Enemy EP by BULLETSCRIPT

I feed the system, you are the meat,
I feel resistance, but now you’re free.
Caught in the gears that grind 
The path towards your end.
I taste your innocence,
Now taste my sin.

You fear the silence, It follows you home,
Your TV cries its indifference.

I am the victor, I am defeat,
I am the saviour, I the Beast.
I am the priest who tells you
Who your kids should love.
I am the gun inside 
The pocket of your son.

You feel the silence, It’s taking its toll,
Your I.V. plies its deliverance.

I am the killer, I am the spark
I am the killer, I am your heart

We are the sickness, we are the blame,
We are forgiveness bled from the vein.
We are the cut that heals,
The scar that seals the wound.
We are the promises that lead us to our ruin.

We are the killers, we are the tide,
We are the victims,
Caught in the oceans of our lives.

This quiet violence that shelters us all
Beneath, the silence is deafening 
Those quiet voices you choose to ignore
Lest their disquiet drown out your suffering.

I am the killer, you are the spark,
You are the killers, I am your god.
We are the killers, we are the tide
We are the victims,
Caught in the oceans of our lives.

• Death Metal
• Groove Metal
• Metal
• Thrash Metal
• doom
• sludge
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