Hellionaires - Trap Them

Preachers in the little deaths they got what they've asked

They got an autumned hearse as it drove right by

And I all got together

And I all dropped together

And I all tossed and turned

As I drowned out my peace

I had my own little deaths

With my own little kinds

War is my mistress adore the one that I've always had

War is the mainline mirage that fills what I can't

In the eyes of the has beens

In the eyes of the has beens

In the trails of the animal cunts and I know

War is my mistress adore the one that I've always had

War is the mainline mirage that feels what I can't

War war war war adore

War war is my mistress adore that I've always had

War is the mainline that feels what I can't

And when my bankrupt neck

And my skull full of debt can't stand

I'm making my way towards death's wooden door

And I'm bringing a f**king battering ram

I'll bring a f**king battering ram

In the name

In the name of the kindred dirt

In the name of our failures

In the name of our failures well earned

All of us has beens

All of us animal cunts

All of us bleed in the name of all of us born

All of us born

With hellionaire blood