Texty:
Witch Hunt Blood Red States

Fear of life and what you could be Settled down with a family Worship the fear Pinned down by convenience Strangled to death by traditions Will work

When the leaves start changing And the sun stops shining I think about yesterday Beat myself up inside and wonder why Same mistakes all over again I

It suddenly seems dark in here Nothing quite what it appears Vision blurred, judgment impaired Don't know if you ever cared Wasted nights draw me closer

You're twenty-five and you're barely alive Blood's still running through your body but your spirit's long since died You've trained yourself to keep

Get on your knees He'll take care of the rest Desperation This is a test Begging for forgiveness And you'll be blessed Your holy water can't wash the blood