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Bleeding Alarm The

in spots We can talk Trump talk, real estate, stocks, and bonds Or gangsta shit, my Rugers and glocks in palm (uh huh) Danger, ring the alarm, kiss the

The church bell sound the alarm Sacrifice to Gods of old Bleed them of their lives Fresh blood on our swords Gods Of War Arise! Sacrifice to Gods of old Bleed

Long boozy lunches - we choose rambunctious I puncture your perception like a rib through the lungs Get your senses on alert - I come to ring the alarm

Words & Music by Steven Page & Ed Robertson in through my veins, without brains, I involuntarily take what I need, then I bleed and it comes right

prostitute, a child touching an old man in a fast food crowd I dreamt a ship was sinking There was people screaming all around And I awoke to my alarm

moon Stars fell crushing onto the earth Fenris broke his chains Midgard heaved his body Drowned the land in waves Washed the battlefields bloody Giants marched Fenris approached Gjallarhorn's alarm

The days are blood No beginning, no end Bleeding like a fountain pen The days are blood Alarm clock rips open my eyes I'm so tired Staring at the black

All I know and all I need is you I never, I never meant to cause alarm All I know and all I need and all I got is gonna bleed [Chorus] It helps,

4, 3, 2, 1 Come on Ras Kass, come and get some [Ras Kass] We the movement, gladiator rap Move over, move out the way I'm a walkin' melee, bleed ammonia