Testi:
Corrosion Of Conformity Wiseblood

There's a question mark in the place of a spark that used to be an answer aiming straight for the heart but you missed the mark and the arrow turned

here we stand before the call accused of fire, it's too cold and you're too old for me it's time to expire serve to see of what could be burn the freak

Far from reach how the serpents preach life is a sin when the shepherds are breeding In the quiet place force the mind to erase so the people can pray

break neck fat race world does it taste just like it should? you only own what's etched in stone better get it while it's good don't weep big city sheep

'm fueled by fire guess now I'm old but not much wiser Young blood creepin what you need Wiseblood shake em down to his knees Young blood creepin what you need Wiseblood

torn from within disciple until the end wasting time is how it's always been kiss the floor steal the key lock the door there's many ways to decline

When you live your life uptight untrusted but their blind from the grind but only you can see when the bones that you own have long been dusted you realize

Far from reach, how the serpents preach Life is a sin when the shepherds are breeding In the quiet place force your mind to erase As the people pray to

Torn from within disciple 'til the end, wastin' time is how it's always been Kiss the floor, steal the key, lock the door, there's many ways to decline