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Texty: DevilDriver. Last Kind Words. When Summoned.

The blood thirsty, born on the wind
Hellbent, outside looking in
Voices that carry on nightly
Don't ask, just go in now blindly

I'm bloodshot, thrown away goods
Venomous, so fucking ruthless
A well of anger to be avoided

Extended forgiveness and then got bit
They call it the breaking point
When it comes to faith, this time you've quit
You call it the breaking point

Stand up against the gates and be counted
Counted when summoned
Stand up against the gates and be counted
Counted when summoned

Nothing's ever set in stone
Wade through, harvest seeds you've sown
It's alright, right as rain
And as far as I'm concerned, fuck the fame

I'm bloodshot, thrown away goods
Venomous, so fucking ruthless
A well of anger to be avoided

Extended forgiveness and then got bit
They call it the breaking point
When it comes to faith, this time you've quit
You call it the breaking point

Stand up against the gates and be counted
Counted when summoned
Stand up against the gates and be counted
Counted when summoned

Climbing, scratching uphill
So breathless, lifeless, able still

Long live this short life a trouble
Long live this short life
Long live this short life a trouble
Long live, long life, long live, long life