nerves. Songtext
von Xtha

Take me apart and count the pieces left behind
Inside what once was a tale as old as time
We wither rot away
What a wonderful buffet of broken pieces
And broken minds

I may be a monster
But I need to eat just like you do
And they do too
Strikes and you′re under
The blood will boil up
Into a stew
We made from you


You've got some nerve to run
Got some nerve to think
That I′d help someone
Got some nerve to try
Making me the one
Now I'm making sure
That we all are done
Our hell has begun

The fallen heart deserves its resting on a plate
Emaciated from its hunger to its taste
Don't scream or they will hear
How afraid you are my dear
Your kind abhors us
And left you here

Oh I can′t imagine
The type you′d have to be
To break all we worked for
Just to spite me
But what comes next
In your sick sick head
You'd do us all a favour
If you were dead


You′ve got some nerve to run
Got some nerve to think
That I'd help someone
Got some nerve to try
Making me the one
Now I′m making sure
That we all are done
Let's have some fun

You′ve got some nerve to cry
Got some nerve to think
That I'd empathize
Got some nerve to
Tear out my skull and eye
Now I'm making sure
That we all will die